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2-pra S^emmica. 



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By the fame Editor^ 

iLpta €uctattQtca : 

Hymns and Verses on the Holy Communion^ 

ancient and modern. 

LONGMAN, 

1863. 



HYMNS AND VERSES ON 
THE LIFE OF CHRIST, 

ANCIENT AND MODERN ; 
WITH OTHER POEMS, 



EDITED BY 

The Rev. Orby Shipley, M.A. 




lontion : 

LONGMAN, green, LONGMAN, ROBERTS, 
AND GREEN. 

1864. 



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0refaee. 




rRA MESSUNICA is a fccond 
experiment to ajcertain how far the 
Ancient and Mediaeval Hymns of 
the Churchy tranjlated into the lan- 
guage of the day, and aJQfociated 
with a felefiion from the Works, or Specimens of 
the abilities of Jbme of the firjl Writers of Religious 
Poetry of the prejent age, may become popular, 
when chojen for the purpojes of private and de- 
votional reading at home, and not with the view 
of public ufe in Church. 

The CoUeSion of Hymns and Verfes entitled 
Lyra Eucharijiica was the firjl experiment ; and 
the rejults which attended the publication of that 
Volume Jeem to warrant the ijjue of the prejent 
Book. The JubjeS matter of the former Work— 
the Holy Communion — confined the felefiion of 



Hymns within a comparatively narrow compafs ; 
bat, in the prejent CoUefiion, the range of fub- 
Jefis has been enlarged, and not only has a \dder 
field for choice been opened, but a greater variety of 
treatment has been Jecured. The Jame principle, 
however, underlies both CoUefiions : and there ap- 
pears to be no reafon why that principle, once 
conceded, as it has prafiically been, Jhould not 
be further extended ; why the almojl unknown 
treafures of pajl ages jhould not be made familiar 
to the Readers of the prefent day through the me- 
dium of tranjlations ; nor why Hymns of a later 
date, which, in fpirit and tone, harmonize with the 
earlier ones, jhould not be combined with them. 

The principle in quejlion, jhortly jlated, is 
this — ^that in the happily revived tajle for Hymns 
and Sacred Verfe, in order to fupply the intel- 
lefiual demand for Religious Poetry, it is at once 
more loyal, as well as more politic, in Churchmen, 
to feek to fatisfy fuch literary craving, at leajl in 
part, from the well-nigh exhaujllefs jlores of 
Ancient and Mediaeval Hymns which are in exijl- 
ence. It is more loyal, becauje the Church has 
ever fumijhed to the world its jacred Songs, and 
what the Church has well done in former days, jhe 
is competent to effefi again. And apart from 
their own internal value. Hymns which come to 
us with a greater or lefs amount of authority, and 
which have been ujed by the Church in times gone 



preface. vH 

by, commend themfelves at once to a large clajs 
of minds, and create for themjelves a prejudice in 
their own favour ; whiljl if, as in many cajes is 
undeniable, fuch Hjrmns poJQfefs in addition to 
their religious and extrinjic worth, intrinjic merit 
of a high literary or devotional degree, they com- 
bine qualities with which no modem compojition, 
be it ever fo perfe6i as a mere work of art, can 
compete. The principle, alfo, in development, is 
not lefs politic than loyal. For human nature 
being changelefs in the courje of Centuries, whiljl 
human tajle and fajhions vary, the hopes and fears, 
the joys and forrows, the injlinfis and the jym- 
pathies, and more than all, the religious Faith of 
Chrijlian men and women being, from age to age, 
identical, the Hymns which, in the bejl fenje of 
the word, have been popular, which embodied the 
Creed of Chrijlendom, and which fpoke to the 
higher and deeper feelings of the fupematural Life 
of the Church of old, will never fail to touch a 
rejponjive chord in the heart of the Church of 
to-day. 

Thefe opinions mujl be received with fome de- 
gree of qualification. It is not aJQferted that every 
popular Hymn or Poem of the iv. the x. or 
the XV. Centuries will be popular in the xix. 
Century. A good deal of margin mujl be left for 
the change in outward Chrijlianity, which not 
only affefis the growth and perfefiion of the inner 



via ^tttatt 

Life, bat aljb influences the lejs important elements 
of oar being, which help or hinder jach perfefiion. 
Many of the Hymns were compojed daring a jlate 
of things, Ecdejiajlical and jbdal, which, for 
better or for worfe, has paJQfed away for ever; and 
the imprefs of thoje outward influences which 
has been left on fuch compojitions, would not 
tend towards their naturalization amongjl our- 
/elves. Many Hymns aljb from their conJlru3ion, 
from the intention with which they were compojed, 
and the ufes for which they were intended, and 
from the prominence given to DoSrinal jlatements, 
would probably faU to become thoroughly popu- 
lar in an age which is impatient of dogmatic 
Chrijlianity, even in the modified form it can 
ajjnmt in verfe. Still, there are many Hymns 
which have poJOfeJOfed and jlill retain all the ele- 
ments of genuine popularity, which unrejervedly 
and boldly enunciate the Truth, and yet withal 
/peak with tendernefs to the inner and Chrijlian 
fenjibflities, to influence which for good jhould be 
the fecond chief aim of all Religious Poetry. 

The intrinjic value, however, of the Hymns in 
queJUon will not alone allow them to claim 
acceptance at the prefent day, except with thoJe 
who can appreciate their beauties in the language 
in which they were written. It is clear, that a 
great deal depends upon their reprodufiion ; Jince 
on the form in which ancient Hymns are prefented 
to the Englijh Reader will depend the favour or 



preface» ix 

the indifference with which they are viewed. 
And to this point jbme attention has been paid in 
Lyra Mejfianica. 

Probably, as a role, thoje tranjladons of ancient 
Poetry mojl commend themjelves to modem minds 
which tranjlate the idea and fentiment, rather than 
the afiual words and exprejjions. Such verfions 
perhaps come more home to us than any other* 
Literal renderings, however, have their own Jpedal 
value : and it is not too much to jay, that to 
poJQfeJs as dofe a tranjlation as pojjible of the very 
words of an ancient Hymn, is as important in one 
ajpefi, as in another to obtain a free and idioma- 
tically exprejflfed Englijh verjion. In either cafe 
it is needful to write in the language of the day ; 
and hence, among the tranjlated Hymns, none 
have been admitted into Lyra Mejftanica which 
do not owe their origin to living Writers. But, 
in order to obtain as much variety in treatment as 
pojjible in the prejent Colle3ion, examples of 
both fyjlems of tranjlation have been injerted ; 
and thoje who have been jb kind as to contribute to 
the Volume, have been left unfettered in their jlyle 
of rendering, metre, and other accidents of trans- 
lation. Nor has this principle been lojl jight of 
in the jele3ions which have been made from ex- 
ijling tranjlations : fo that, whiljl literal verjions 
from the Early and Mediaeval Hymns find an 
honoured and valued place in the prejent Book, 
thoje renderings which jeek to convey the fenti- 



ment, and to tranjlate the idea, when they do not 
afioally reproduce the vocabulary» have adfo been 
welcomed. 

In the jelefiion of Hymns from Ancient Sources 
for publication in Lyra Mejftanica^ a prafiical 
difficulty has been felt. Many of the more beau* 
tiful or grand of theje Poems have long ago be- 
come ejlablijhed favourites in their Englijh drefs. 
Thefe, as a rule, it feemed needlefs to reprint in 
the prefent Colle3ion ; and it was thought wijer 
to extend the range of acquaintance with the old 
Chrijlian Hymns, even at the cojl of tranjlating 
Jbme of comparatively inferior merit, than to ex- 
pend literary labour in frejh tranjlations of Hymns 
which are at once widely known and highly 
ejleemed. Some few exceptions have been made 
to this rule, in cajes in which the beauty or vigour 
of new verjions appeared to warrant the publica- 
tion or the reprinting of Hymns orVerJes familiar, 
in jbme other form, to the majority of Readers. It 
is needful to allude to this decijion, that it may 
not be fuppojed, as it certainly was not contem» 
plated, that Lyra Mejfianica is intended to contain . 
a complete coUefiion of all the more beautiful, or 
the iinejl examples of early Sacred Verfe extant. 
A large number of the flrjl Hymns, of the great 
Writers in old time, the Majlers in and Fathers 
of Hjrmnology, have been intentionally omitted ; 
and thofe that have been inferted mujl be con- 



jidered to be, as they truly are, mere jpedmens of 
Hymns and Verjes from Early and Middle-age 
Sources, which are jlill enjhrined only in the lan- 
guage in which they were originally compojed* 



Before particularizing the Sources whence the 
tranjlations of the ancient Hymns which are conr 
tained in Lyra Meffianica are derived, a few words 
on the Originals themjelves are necejfary. 

The Originals of the tranjlations from the Latin 
which are now printed, may be divided into two 
dajjes* Firjl, many Hymns have been rendered 
into Englijh from the public Offices of the Church, 
from the various and widely-fpread Breviaries and 
MiJQfals of local or provincial uje, and from other 
Sources, whence it is often difficult to obtain a 
date, and from which an Author's name can Jeldom 
be fecured. Among jl other Sources which may 
be mentioned as fumijhing contributions to Lyra 
Mejftanicaj are the following — the Mozarabic, 
Parijian, and Roman Breviaries, the Breviaries of 
Amiens, Fribourg, and Cahors, and thoje of Sarum 
and of York ; the Anglo-Saxon Hymnaries ; 
MSS. from the Libraries of Amiens, Coblentz, 
and Cambridge ; the MiJQfals of Liege in Belgium, 
of Utretch in Holland, of Drontheim in Norway, 
of Abo in Finland, and thoJe of Poifiiers, Noyon, 
Angers, Saintes, and Rennes in France : and the 



dates of thefe Office Books, though in all cajes 
they cannot be determined, range from an early 
era to the xviii. Century. Secondly, other 
Hymns are dijlinguijhable either by their Author's 
names, or by the approximate date of their com- 
pojition, or by both. And amongjl others which 
have been felefied to ferve as jpecimens of the 
various ClaJQfes, are Hymns by S. Peter Damiani 
of the xi. Century; Innocent III. and Peter the 
Venerable of the xii. Century ; S. Bonaventura 
of the xiii., and Maubum of the xv. Centuries; S. 
Notker, who died in 912 ; the voluminous Charles 
Coffin of Rheims, who died in 1749; Nicolas 
Le Tournier, a Priejl of Rouen, 1686 ; the cele- 
brated Adam of S. ViSor of the xii. Century, and 
five Centuries later his fpiritual defcendant Santo- 
lius Vi^orinus, and his brother furnamed Mag- 
lorianus ; W. Lovel, not later than the xvi. 
Century ; S. Hildegarde of the xii., and Anfelm, 
Bijhop of Lucca, of the xi. Centuries ; S. Am- 
broje, Prudentius, and Venantius Fortunatus of 
the iv. V. and vi. Centuries refpefiively ; the 
great S. Bernard, the Venerable Bede, S. Fulbert 
of Chartres, and the Royal Poet, King Robert 
II. of France. 

The Hymns from the Greek are, in general, 
more frequently dijlinguijhed by the name and 
date of their Writers, than thofe from the Latin ; 
and although fome, from the Service Books of the 



Holy Eajlern Church, arc anonymous, the remain- 
der of thofe printed in Lyra MeJJianica may be 
ajfigned to S. Romanus the Melodijl, a.d. 500, to 
S.John Damafcene, a.d. 780, and to S. Theodore, 
and to S. Jofeph, both of the Studium, of the ref- 
pefiive dates of a.d. 826 and 830. As Hymns 
from Eajlern Sources are more rarely rendered 
into Englijh than thofe of Wejlem origin, it is a 
Jatisfa^ion to be able to refer to feveral newly 
tranjlated or newly verjified Hymns from the 
Advent, Chrijlmas, and Eajler Oiflces of the 
Greek Church. Many of thefe Hymns have been 
lately made accejQible to Englijh Readers, together 
with the Offices of which they form a portion, in 
rhythmical profe or dramatic blank verfe, in the 
valuable Work of Dr. Littledale, to which 
reference is made in the Index of Sources. The 
originals of many of the Hymns tranjlated by 
Dr. Neale may be found in that Volume ; and 
thence, from the Englijh profe renderings, many 
of the Hymns, which are now for the flrjl time 
publijhed, have been re-written in verfe by the 
kind Friend whofe name is attached to them. Of 
the Hymns from the Greek which are reprinted in 
Lyra MeJJianicay it is hardly necejfary to repeat 
the reference in the Index, or to jlate that they 
are taken from the Works of one who is at once 
the pioneer, and has hitherto been well nigh the 
fole explorer into the fields of Eajlern Hymno- 
logy— the Rev. Dr. Neale. 



The tranjiations of the Hymns now publijhcd 
from thefe Originals, are obtained from many 
Sources. Firjl of all, a large proportion are now 
for the firjl time rendered into Englijh, and many 
Hymns, never previoujly attempted in verfe, arc 
printed in the prefent Volume. But, in addition 
to what may be termed original tranjiations for 
the firjl time printed, are many Hymns which are 
now re-publijhed or reprinted. And theje are of 
two Clajfes. Several Works of much hymno- 
logical value, publijhed many years ago, at the 
outjet of the revived appreciation for Ancient 
Hymns, have long been allowed to become and to 
remain out of print. Such Works have mojl 
kindly been placed at my difpofal, and the gene- 
rous permijjion to make ufe of their contents has 
been widely employed in the compilation of Lyra 
MeJJianica, The fame permijQion has been given, 
and the fame refults have enfued, in the cafe of 
Books privately printed, or printed for a particular 
purpofe. But in each injlance of fele^ion, regard 
has been paid to the comparative notoriety of the 
Hymn, and thofe Hymns have been generally 
chofen which are lefs well known in an Englijh 
form. Surrounded, as he has been, by fo much 
of value from which to choofe, the main difficulty 
which prejfed on the Editor was that of feleSion, 
in order to adhere to the proportion of fpace 
allotted for each Divijion of the Work, and to de- 



dde upon the claims, not of rival, but of duplicate, 
triplicate, and fometimes more oft repeated and 
independent tranjlations of the fame Hymn. And 
it may be as well to Jlate, that in the choice of 
verjjions, to decide by the claims of merit between 
the various tranjlations would have been at- 
tended with much diiflculty ; nor was the attempt 
made. For it frequently happens that different 
Jlanzas of the fame Hymn, as well as the fame 
Jlanza, by different Tranjlators, are of very variable 
merit. Hence, unlefs there is any marked fupe- 
riority in the rendering of any particular Hymn, 
it is well nigh impojjible to ajQlgn a preference 
between the verjions of thofe who are competent 
at all to make poetical tranjlations. And the plan 
adopted in the following CoUe^ion has been, to 
feleS from the Works of the firjl Tranjlators of the 
day thofe verjions which appear to fecure the 
greatejl variety of metre, Jlyle, and treatment ; as 
well to allow every Tranjlator to be fairly repre- 
fented in each Part into which Lyra MeJJianica is 
divided. 

The titles of Works of thefe two Clajfes, from 
which contributions have been thankfully drawn, 
will be found in the Index of Sources. But, amongfl 
others, more efpecial aid (which may be acknow- 
ledged in this place,} has been derived from the fol- 
lowing Books — Hymns tranjlatedfrom thePariJian 
Breviary (Rivingtons), 1839, by the Rev. Isaac 



xvi ^tttatt. 

Williams, B.D., the tranjlations of which firjl ap- 
peared in the Britijh Magazine^ in the year 1830 ;* 
Lyra Catholicay containing all the Breviary and 
Mijfal Hymns (Burns), 1840, by Edward Cas- 
WALL ; and the well known Hymns for the Week 
and Hymns for the Seafons (J. H. Parker), 1848 : 
whiljl of unpublijhed Books, I am perhaps more 
deeply indebted than to any other, to a jmall and 
mojl valuable coUeSion of Occajional Hymns^ Ori' 
ginal and Tranjlatedy 1862, by Herbert Kyn- 
aston, D.D. 

Thefe are three of the Sources from which 
the tranjlations of Ancient Hymns have been de- 
rived which are coUe^ed in the following pages. 
The remaining Hymns have been reprinted from 
Works which are neither out of print nor privately 
iJQfued, but which are widely known and extenjively 
ufed. And, in addition to other Works of this 
dafs, to which reference is duly made in the Index 
of Sources, Lyra Mejjianica is chiefly under obli- 
gations, amongjl Hymnals, to the Church Hymn 
and Tune Book (Rivingtons), 1855, by William 
John Blew, M.A. ; and, amongjl Books for 
devotional reading, to Lauda Syon^ or Ancient 
Hymns of the Englijh and other Churches (Majlers), 
1857, by John David Chambers, Ejq., M.A, 

* By a miftake, it was ftated in the Preface to Lyra 
Ettchariflica^ that thefe Hvmns were firft publifhed in the 
year 1839. They were tnen reprinted in a Volume by 
themfelves. 



^ttUtU xvii 

From all thefe Sources, thofe Hymns have in 
general been fele^ed which are not contained in 
ColIeSions of which Hymns Ancient and Modem 
are at once a type as well as a good example. It 
jeemed ufelejs to reprint verjions that have been 
printed in and have obtained a well-dejerved re- 
putation through the medium of a Work which, 
with a rapidly increajing iJQfue, has circulated, 
within the Jhort period of three years, upwards of 
half a million of copies of fome of the bejl Hymns 
extant. 



As the Origin whence the tranjiations from 
Early and Middle-age Sources have been drawn 
for Lyra MeJJianica is four-fold, jb the dijlinc- 
tively Englijh portions of the Book have aljb been 
JeleSed from four feparate Sources — (i) Original 
Hymns and Verfes; (2) Poetry that is out of 
print ; (3) privately printed pieces, or fuch as arc 
printed for a fpecial ufe ; and (4) thoje that 
^ have been publijhed within the lajl few years. 

With refpeS to the latter dafs of Hymns and 
Verjes, jelefiions have been made from the pub* 
lijhed Works of mojl of the firjl Writers of Sacred 
Verjc of the prejent age. From the Works of one 
Author, indeed, no pieces have been reprinted, 
jblely becaufe reprodudion is needlejs, on account 
of their world-wide acceptance wherever the Eng- 
b 



xviii ^Vttatt^ 

lijh language is fpoken : but the omijQioii needs an 
explanation, if not an apology, jince no CoUedion 
of modern Religious Poetry can be complete with- 
out jelefiions from The Chrtfiian Tear, Upon the 
Works of other living Writers of Verfe, alfo, no con- 
tributions have been levied ; partly, from inability 
to provide fpace in which to do Jujlice to their 
Poetry by fufficiently ample quotations ; and partly 
from a want of fuccefs, in /bme applications, for the 
needful permijjion to make uj*e of their Verfes. 
From others, again, whofe leave has been freely 
given, it has been impojjible to make more than a 
jparing jeleflion of a few Hymns, where many 
with advantage might have been cho/en, to jerve 
as representative Hymns of the Authors in quejlion. 
And as the fpace at my difpofal has been limited, 
I have reluSantly been obliged, in each Divijion 
of Lyra MeJJianica^ to deny myfelf the fatisfaSion 
of giving, in mojl cafes, more than a jingle fpecimen 
from the Verfes of each Writer. 

The titles of the publijhed Books whence help 
has been obtained will be found in the Index ; and 
it is needlefs to particularize any of them here. 
Nor is it necejfary to refer to any of the privately 
printed Hymns, Jince the names of the Authors are 
invariably appended to their refpective Verfes, in 
the Table of Contents. And of the Books that 
are out of print, from which extraSs have been 
made, I would refer only to the Works of an Au- 



thor to whom is well not to forget that we owe a 
debt of gratitude, as to one who Jlood in the fore- 
front of thoje who dejired to rejlore the public uje of 
Ancient Chrijlian Hymns, who himjelf was one of 
the early tranjlators of fuch Hymns, and whofe own 
compojitions bearthe marks of appreciation for the/e 
old models in Hymnology — I mean the late Bijhop 
Mant. And I much regret that the want of /pace 
alone has allowed me to benefit fo fparingly from 
the leave to make ufe of the Bijhop's Works — 
the republication of which is much to be deJired, — 
kindly accorded by his Son, the Venerable the 
Archdeacon of Down. 

The feleSion from modern Writers has been 
confined to extrads from thofe Works which have 
been publijhed within the lajl thirty or forty years, 
Jince the revived tajle for Ancient Compojitions has 
arijen. Thofe Authors have been chiefly chojen 
whoje attention has been direSed to the early 
Hymnology of the Church ; who have, at one time 
or another of their career, been engaged in tranf- 
lating from Latin or Greek Sources; who have 
allowed themjelves to be influenced by Ancient 
Hymns, even if they have not imitated them ; and 
whofe Jlyle has been refined by the Jludy of Compo- 
jitions of a higher, purer, and more truly Chrijlian 
order of Sacred Verfe. It was needful to decide 
on fome limit with reference to the date of Modern 
Hymns from which fele£iions are made. Of late, 



the bejl Hymns of the lajl, and of the early part 
of the prefent, Century have been repeatedly 
printed, and are accejjible in many cheap and 
widely-circulated Hymn Books ; whiljl the entire 
Works of jbme Hymn Writers have lately been 
reprinted, or are now in the courje of publication, 
amongjl others by one, who in his intimate ac- 
quaintance with Hymns by Englijh Authors is 
probably /econd to few living authorities, Mr, 
Daniel Sedgwick. Hence it appeared to be 
ufelejs to extend the range beyond the bounds pro- 
pofed ; and within the limits of the prejent age 
there is an abundant jcope for the /ele3ion of 
Hymns — a period in the hijlory of the Hymnology 
of the Church which has been le/s exhaujlively 
treated than other eras, by the learned refearches 
of Sir RouNDELL Palmer, in his otherwife very 
complete Book of Praife. 

The Hymns and Verjes that are original will 
/peak for themjelves. In each ca/e, affixed to 
them, will be found the Signatures or Initials of their 
rejpeSive Authors, with the exception of two 
Anonymous pieces from Magazines. Some few of 
theje Poems have previoujly appeared in the pe- 
riodical literature of the day, though not always 
authenticated by the Writer's name. Other pieces, 
again, have been re-written for the prejent Work ; 
but in theje, and jimilar cajes, it has not been 
thought neceJOfary to make further reference to the 
quejlion of Origin or Authorjhip, than may be 



gathered from the Preface, Table of Contents, or 
Index of Sources. And this decijion has been 
made after con/iilting the wijhes of the Authors 
themjelves. 



In connection with the fubjefi of Authorjhip, 
it is only needful to mention two or three other 
points. Firjl, that the Hymns and Verjes in Lyra 
MeJJianica are printed, (i) in the caje of republi- 
cation, in every injlance where it was pojQible to 
obtain leave, with the conjent of the Author or 
Publijher; and (2) verbatim^ as their Authors 
wrote or revifed them. Whiljl, however, this 
principle of exa^ reprodufiion has been objerved, 
the privUege of omijjion is claimed, and has been 
exercifed to the exdujion of jlanzas from original or 
reprinted Hymns. Thejeomijjions have been chiefly 
made in the cafe of the various forms of the Gloria ^ 
with which mojl Ancient Hymns are wont to end. 
Theje concluding jlanzas, though of great uje for 
purpofes of jinging, and of much value in them- 
jelves, were not thought to be ejfential in a Book 
intended for devotional reading ; and as in many 
of them there is necejfarily a certain amount of 
famenefs in compojition, and as the faving of fpace, 
for the introdufiion of other Hymns, was needful, 
the Gloria in all Hymns has been omitted. 

Secondly, no Author is to be held rejponjible for 
any opinion or exprejpon contained in any thing 



beyond his own Contribution to Lyra Meffianica. 
In a Colleton like the prefent, fuch a principle is 
at the root of this and of all jimilar combinations. 
The do3rine of irrejponjibility, for all bat perjbnal 
Contributions, is tacitly aJQfumed ; but it is only fair 
to many kind known and unknown Friends, who 
have aided in the compilation, dijlinSly to avow 
this principle, as well as to draw attention to it. 
With fo many various Contributors, it is too much 
to hope that no jlight differences of opinion will 
be dijcovered to exijl ; but it is confidently aJQferted 
that nothing has been injerted in Lyra Mejjianica 
which is out of harmony with the DoSrine of the 
Church of England. Whether or not, then, any 
Theological discrepancies be obferved, each Contri- 
butor is relieved from perjbnal refponjibility for 
any but perjbnal Contributions. 

Thirdly (and this is a point of but little moment) 
there is the quejlion of orthography, punfiuation, 
and other matters typographical. I have unjuc- 
cejsfuUy endeavoured to reduce to a jyjlem the 
ufe of Jlops in the following pages. With Con- 
tributors who are fo good as to take the trouble to 
correS their own proofs, it is impojjible to obtain 
uniformity ; but the benefit to the Work derived 
from this pledge for accuracy, is not comparable 
to the minor inconjijlencies in punfiuation which 
this courje involves. And at the expenfe of fruj^ 
trating my attempts at uniformity in the uje of 
Jlops, I have to thank thofe who have thus in/ured 



preface* xxiii 

fo large an amonnt of correSneJs in the prefs. The 
ufe of italic letters, to give that force to exprejfions 
which the words themfelves jhould convey without 
the aid of typographical peculiarities has been 
avoided ; and brackets, dajhes, inverted commas, 
and notes of admiration have been but jparingly 
employed. It is thought that in this rejpeS the 
Jlyle of printing cannot be too Jimple and unde- 
monjlrative ; and the dajh has been made to do 
duty not only as a mark of abrupt change of idea, 
but aljb in the place of the ordinary bracket, as 
well as injlead of inverted commas, to indicate the 
words of a Speaker. In orthography, a greater 
meajure of Juccefs has been attained than in the 
ufe of jlops ; and in particular, the inarticulated 
vowel ^, which is fometimes omitted in favour of an 
apojlrophe, in the final jyllable, has been allowed 
in Lyra MeJJianica^ in accordance with the cujlom 
of many Writers, to retain its proper pojition. As 
the Volume is printed and bound in a Jlyle which 
is not modern, other typographical arrangements 
have been made with a view to conjijlency ; and 
in the uje of capital letters a cujlom has been 
followed, which it is believed obtained, though not 
at all uniformly, of old. 



In addition to Hymns which are in any fenfe 
Englijh, and to thofe which are rendered from 
Ancient Eajlern or Wcjlem Sources, Lyra Meffi- 



3txiv ^&reface. 

anica contains many Hymns and Verjes tranjlated 
from Modern Languages, many from the German, 
and a few from the Italian, Spanijh, and Swedijh, 
mojl of the latter and many of the former being now 
for the firjl time printed. The fame kindnejs which 
has been Jhewn with reference to fome tranjlations 
from the Latin which are out of print, has al/b been 
received in the cafe of Sacred Hymns^ tranjlated 
from the German (Pickering), 1840, by Frances 
Elizabeth Cox ; and Mifs Cox has been fo good 
as to re-write or revife the Hymns which have 
been feleSed from her valuable CoUedion, as well 
as to add to the jlore of Hymns from the German 
in Lyra MeJJianica jeveral new renderings not 
previoujly publijhed. Amongjl other Modern 
Authors, the following pages contain fpecimens of 
the poetical Works of Laurence Peterfen of Up- 
fala, of S. Alphonfo Liguori, of Gongora, Cal- 
deron, and Luis de Leon ; and of German Writers, 
whiljl feveral Hymns pojjefs no dijlinguijhing 
name, e. g., amongjl others, thofe from the Hymn 
Book of the Diocefe of Treves, others again may 
be referred to fuch Authors as Nicolai of the xvi. 
Century, E. Lange, G. Sacer, and Paul Gerhard 
of the xvii. Century, Garve, and G. Gellert, 
Count Zinzendorff and Novalis of the lajl or 
prefent Century. 

In concluding this portion of the Preface, it 
need only be added that the main chara£{eri/lic of 



the Hymns and Verjes poblijhed in the foHowing 
pages is their definite and objefiive enunciation 
of dc^;matic Truth. Hymns, the features of 
which are chiefly jtibjefiive and devotional, have 
aljb found a place in the Collefiion. But that 
which has not hitherto been effefied, has been 
attempted in Lyra Meffianicaj the ColleSion, 
namely, of a large body of Hymns from many 
Sources, Ancient and Modem, on each of the 
leading Events or chiefejl Myjleries in the Life 
of our BleJQfed Lord ; Hymns, moreover, which 
Jhall dijlindively teach the Catholic Faith on the 
Fafis which form the fubje^s of the feveral 
Divijions of the Work. The re/tilt of the attempt, 
at the leajl, has been this — ^that in Lyra MeJJianica 
will be found many of the bejl efforts of Authors 
and Tranjlators of the prejent age, who, without 
anytliing approaching to formal organization, and 
apart from all beyond a general jympathy in the 
Work, to a greater or a lejs extent acknowledge 
the principles to which this CoUeSion of Hymns 
and Verjes owes its origin. And I take this op- 
portunity to acknowledge my obligations publicly, 
as I have in private expreJQfed my hearty thanks 
to all and to each of the many Contributors to 
Lyra MeJJianica^ who have, in different ways, 
helped me with their counjel, their knowledge, 
and their talents, in this labour of love. Nor may 
I forget to be grateful to thofe Publijhers who have 
fanfiioned the re-publication of that which is in 



xxvi t^reface* 

faa their literary property, and one in which they 
pojjefs a pecuniary interejl, upon the Jimple con- 
dition, where any was required — a condition which 
was jelf-impofed, and has always been obferved — 
that due acknowledgment of penni]][ion jhould be 
made. 

Lyra MeJJianica is divided into Six Parts. 
I. Advent, or H3rmns and Verjcs on the firjl and 
fecond Advent of our BleJJed Lord. In this 
Part are contained many Hymns of the prefent 
and former ages which look back to the firjl, and 
look onward to the Jecond Coming of Christ. 
Amongjl the many pieces of Sacred Verje which 
have Advent for their jubjefi, it was diiflcult at 
once to keep within due bounds, and to give fpe- 
cimens which at all represent the number or the 
value of the Poems compojed for this Seafon of the 
Church. Hymns on the kindred jubjeSs of the 
Four Lajl Things — Death, Judgment, Heaven, 
and Hell — have al/b been added to this Divijion 
to fecure variety in its treatment. II. The In- 
carnation is the title of the Second Part. And 
this gives a fitting title to fuch Hymns as treat of 
the Annunciation at Nazareth, and the Nativity 
at Bethlehem. It was at one time contemplated 
to include in this Divijion the Circumcijion, 
Purification, and the Early Life of our Lord, and 
thus to afford a more complete view than is given 
of the Hymnological hijlory of the Holy Child- 



hood. But as Hymns on the two more prominent 
Events accumulated, thofe on the leJQfer Myjleries 
were reluSantly abandoned. III. The Epiphany 
and Transfiguration, the fubjefis of the next 
Divijion, f^PP^y Verjes on the Epiphany in 
Humility in the Manger, and on the Epiphany in 
Glory on the Mount. Here again, the many 
other Epiphanies of Holy Scripture have been 
over-pajjed in favour of thefe memorable ones. 
There exijls, however, a large body of ancient 
Hymns on jubJeSs which would juitably be ranged 
under this heading, as itUing a gap between the 
Birth and the Minijlry, fuch as the Baptifm in 
Jordan, the Temptation in the Wildemefs, the 
beginning of Miracles, and others, to which at- 
tention may profitably be drawn; whiljl jbme 
Writers have of late attempted to work out the 
teaching of the Church at this jeafon, in Verje, 
more pointedly than has hitherto been effefied. 
The firjl of the fubjefis felefied was chojen for 
its wide-Jpread popularity, to Jpeak with reve- 
rence, with Writers of Hymns : the latter, on 
account of the very few Compojitions which can 
be found to illujlrate its leJQfons. That the 
Transfiguration is a neglefied fubjeS with Englijh 
Authors is not to be wondered at, when we conji- 
der that whereas mojl modem Hymns are written 
for public uje in Church, the Pejlival which com- 
memorates the Myjlery of Tabor finds no place 
amongjl the greater Holydays in the Englijh 



Kalendar, and is but Jeldom commemorated even 
as a minor Fejlival. Of old, however, it was 
otherwije ; and Lyra MeJJianica contains many 
pieces on this fubjefi for the firjl time tranjlated 
into Englijh. 

The PaJJion is a fubJeS rather for a Volume of 
Hymns than for a Part in a CoUefiion of Sacred 
Verfe. This is Divijion IV. in the following 
pages ; and a larger fpace has been allotted to its 
treatment than to any other Part. The Betrayal, 
the Agony in the Garden, the Apprehenjion and 
the Judgment, the Via Doloroja, the Crucifixion, 
the Seven Lajl Words, the Death of our Blejed 
Lord, His Entombment, and the myjlerious and 
hujhed interval we call Eajler Eve, amongjl other 
details of the Sacred PaJJion, Jupply materials 
for this Divijion of the Book. V. Eajler and the 
Refurrefiion naturally follow in the fifth place : 
and VI., they, in turn, are fucceeded by the Afcen- 
Jion of Christ and the Defcent of God the Holy 
Ghost, with which the Volume clofes. Pentecojl, 
as the fulfilment of the Seafon of Afcenjion, is not 
inharmonioujly joined with it in a CoUeSion of 
Verfe. And, as in the caje of the Epiphany and 
Transfiguration, evidence is not wanting which 
jhows the union, hymnologically, in the mind of 
the ancient Church between the Seafon and the 
Feajl : fo, alfo, the ufe of Hymns for Afcenjion- 



preface* «ix 

Tide and Pcntccojl is not very clearly defined ; 
jince Afcenjion Hymns in one Ofiice Book are 
jbmetimes found under the divijion of Whitjun- 
tide in another, and Pentecojlal Hymns are not 
unfrequently fung in and after the 03ave of the 
Ajcenjiony during the week which formerly was 
known by the name of Expefiation Week. 

It will be jeen that the Hymns in this CoUefiion 
are arranged according to the Jequence of Events 
in the Life of Christ, and that they overlap thofe 
Myjleries, on the one hand, by the anticipation of 
His Advent, and, on the other, by the com* 
memoration, after His Departure, of the Dejcent 
of His Holy Spirit. Lyra MeJJianica thus 
follows the leading of the Church, in the chain of 
Fejlival and Fajl, of Holyday and Seafon ap- 
pointed to be objerved in that portion of the 
Chrijlian Year which is devoted to DoSrinal 
teaching, from Advent to Trinity Sunday. And 
whiljl the Book does not pretend, in the felefiion 
of Hymns, to follow the Church's guidance, Jlep 
by Jlep, throughout each Event in her Lord's Life ; 
yet it has made the attempt to group around the 
chiefejl Landmarks in His Earthly Sojourn as 
large a body of Verje, Ancient and Modern, on 
each feparate Myjlery, as thefpace allotted to juch 
poetical illujlration permitted. 



It only remains for me to give a Jhort analyjis 
of the Contents of Lyra MeJJianicay and then to 
mention the Names or Signatures of thoje to whom 

1 am indebted either for original or reprinted Con- 
tributions, and of thoJe from whoje Works I have 
been able to quote. 

Of the Hymns and Verjes contained in theje 
pages, the following is an abjlra3. The Col- 
lefiion conjijls of 343 pieces. And the firjl divi- 
Jion which may be made, Jeparates Englijh Hymns 
from thofe which owe their origin to a Foreign 
Source. About one-half of the Volume is devoted 
to either clajs of compositions : whiljl of the 1 7 1 or 
172 Hymns from Ancient, Mediaeval, or Foreign 
Spurces, the larger proportion, or about 90 pieces, 
are tranjlations from Latin originals, 16 or 17 are 
from the Greek Office Books, and of the remainder, 

2 are from the Swedijh, 3 have an Italian origin, 5 
may be found in Spanijh writers, and 21 can 
claim a German extrafiion. Of the Hymns which 
are purely Englijh, about 90, in their prefent 
form, may be termed original. Mojl of the mo- 
dern Foreign Verjes are new tranjlations. More 
than one-half of the Greek Hymns are for the firjl 
time publijhed in Verje. And of the Hymns 
from the Latin, a large proportion are abjblutely 
new to Englijh Readers, and many of the remainder 
are frejh ver/ions of formerly rendered Hymns. 



^VZtatt. xxxi 

The Names of the Contributors to Lyra Mejft- 
anica are printed in alphabetical order : they are as 
follows — Henry Alford ; Anonymous (2) ; 
R. H. Baynes ; R, Meux Benson ; Edwin 
L. Blenkinsopp ; William J. Blew ; G. 
Bourne ; L. Bourne ; C. Ingham Black ; 
Matthew Bridges; H. R.B; Cecilia Mary 
Caddell ; Edward Caswall ; C. B. Cay- 
ley ; John David Chambers ; Edward 
Churton; a Clergyman (Morning Thoughts); 
W. J. C. ; Frances Elizabeth Cox ; G. V. C. ; 
George W. Cox; Arthur Cleveland Coxe ; 
G.Daniel; W. ChattertonDix; W. H. D.; 
Editors of the Parish Hymn Book ; Fre- 
derick William Faber; William B. Flow- 
er; Charles L.Ford; Dora Green well; 
T. Grinfield ; Archer Gurney ; J. Mid- 
dletonHare; R. S. Hawker; John William 
Hewett; R, M. H. ; J.M. H.; Reginald He- 
ber; W. WalshamHow; F. C. Husenbeth; 
C. E. Kennaway ; F. W. Kittermaster ; 
Herbert K yn aston ; Frederick George Lee ; 
H. L. L. ; Richard F. Littledale ; Helen 
Lowe ; Richard Mant ; Richard Massie ; 
Henry Hart Milman ; M. ; John S. B. 
Monsell ; H. M. ; A. M. M. ; Gerard 
Moultrie ; John Mason Neale ; John 
Henry Newman ; William A. Newman ; 
Phipps Onslow ; H. Nutcombe Oxenham ; 
Emily L J. Palin ; W. Palin ; F. Turner 



xxxu l&reface. 

PALGRAV£;GREyiLL£PHiLLiMOR£; Adelaide 
A. Procter ; W. Sterne Raymond ; Chris- 
tina G. RossETTi; C. S. ; I. Gregory Smith ; 
John George Smith; Henry Thompson; 
Richard Chenevix Trench ; Henry Trend ; 
R. S. Trend ; J. Stanley Tute ; Aubrey de 
Vere ; Voice of Christian Life in Song 
(Author of) ; T. Whytehead ; C, A. M. W. ; 
W. ; Isaac Williams ; Philip Stanhope 
WORSLEY ; K. Y. 



Orby Shipley, 



Septuagefima, 
A.D. 1864. 



v^SiJ^^v 



'*rn\ 



^ 




Contend. 

Part I.* 

anient 



THE FIRST AND SECOND ADVENT. 




No. I. 

[ALUS sterna, indeficiens Mundi Vita. 

A Sequence from the Sarutn 

Mifal. . . . A.M.M. 

u Gravi me terrore pulfas vit« Dies 

ultima. 

A Hymn of S, Peter Damiam^ 

XI. Century, 
Philip Stanhope Worsley 
3« Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimine. 

A Hymn of Pkilipp Nicolai, 155 6 — 1608 . 

Frances Elizabeth Cox 

4. Deliverance . . William Chatterton Dix 

5. Christi Caterva clamitat. 

A Fefper_Hymn of the ix. Century, 

Phipps Onslow 

6. Prepare to meet thy God. 

Richard Meux Benson 



Page 



8 



^ The Hymns are not numbered in the Text ; but by a reference 
to the Page they can at once be found both in the Table of Con- 
tents and Index of Firft Lines. 



xxxiv ContentiS. 

No. ^ Page 

7. Jesu, Defenfor omnium. 

A Fejper Hymn of the Mozarabic Breinary, 

William John Blew 8 

8. The Rule of Life .... George Daniel 9 

9. The Dew of Bleffing . Gerard Moultrie 10 

10. Der Herr bricht ein, um Mittemacht. 

AHymnofZimcendorff, 1708— 1760. H.L. L. 11 

1 1 . Tfl» nfJt.kfay rny <|>ptxTw. 

An Ode ofS, Theodore of the StuMum^ ix. Cen- 
tury John Mason Neale 12 

12. Death Edward Caswall 13 

13. The Chariot! the Chariot! . Bishop Heber 14 

14. The Advent Antiphons. 

Henry Nutcombe Oxenham 15 

15. Scarce difceming ought . . . . G. Bourne 17 

16. Exiit cunis pretiofus Infans. 

A Midnight Hymn of the Paris Breviary, by 

Charles Coffin ofRheims. Isaac Williams 19 

17. The Myfteryof Emmanuel. G.HuntSmyttan 20 
1%, The Lord's Knocking. Herbert Kynas'CON 21 

19. Christe, Fili fummi Patris. 

A Hymn of Innocent ///., xii. Century . 

George W. Cox 22 

20. Hark ! through the lonely Wafte. Bishop M ant 24 

21. An Advent Prayer C. A. M. W. 25 

22. Creator alme Siderum. 

A VeJ^er Hymn of the iv. Century, from the 

Breviary W. J. C. 26 

23. The Two Advents . . . Archer Gurney 27 

24. I know you not . Christina G. Rossetti 28 

25. *0 Kupto; ifX'^rai, 

An Ode ofS, Theodore of the Studium, ix. Cen- 
tury John Mason Neale 29 

26. The World is grown old . . Bishop Heber 31 

27. Patris nefando Crimine. 

A Vefper Hymn from the Paris Breviary, by 
Charles Coffin ofRheims . . W. J. Blew 32 

28. Parted from Thee for evermore . . . K.Y. 32 

29. The Voice of one that cries . Henry Alford 34 

30. Regnantem Sempiterna per Ssecla fufceptura. 

A Sequence from the Sarum Mijfal, 

John William Hewett 34 



Contents» xxxv 

No. Page 

31. The Son of Man ihall come. 

Parish Hymn Book 35 

32. Dies Finalis .... Matthew Bridges 36 

33. Statua decreto Dei. 

A Vejper Hymn of the Parifian Bre^ary, by 
Charles Coffin ofRheinu . . I. Williams 38 

34. Lord, are there few that be laved ? 

Morning Thoughts 39 

35. I heard a Voice at the Matin Chime. 

C. £. Kennaway 40 

36. Cun£lorum Rex omnipotens. 

From the Mozarabic Breviary, 

I. Gregory Smith 41 

37. Ecce ! Vocat Deus R. M. H. 42 

38. Surely I come quickly . John S. B. Monsell 43 

39. Prope eft claritudinis magnae Dies. 

A Sequence from the Mijfal of Poitiers, xvi. 
Century , . . John William Hewett 44 

40. Enoch and Elias . . John Henry Newman 45 

41. TheStarofGladnefs. Richard Meux Benson 46 

42. O L0RD9 Who in Thy wondrous Love. 

William Walsham How 47 

43. Achy was ift doch unfre Zeit. 

From the German. Frances Elizabeth Cox 47 

44. San£Vae Syon adfunt Encaenia. 

A Sequence from the Drontheim Mijfal^ of the 
XVI. Century . . . Phipps Onslow 49 

45. A Midnight Hymn of the Greek Church. 

Gerard Moultrie 50 

46. The Call of the Chriftian Pilgrims. 

J. W. Hewett 52 

47. Dies ilia. Dies Vitae. 

A Hyjnn of the xii. Century, 

The Voice of Christian Life in Song 53 




xxxvi Content!** 

Part II. 

^5e3lncarnat(om 

THE ANNUNCIATION AND NATIVITY 
OF OUR BLESSED LORD. 

No. Page 

48. Wir iing€n dir, Immanuel. 

A Hymn of Paul Gerhard, 1606 — 1676. 

Frances Elizabeth Cox 55 

49. 'Ea-uot \ao9f Bav/JUtrwfySiy Aeo^cmf, 

An Ode ofS, John Damafcene^ viii. Century, 

W. Chatterton Dix 57 

50. Laetare! Puerpera. 

A Sequence from the Mtffal of Noyon, 

J. W. Hewett 58 

51. A Sonnet on the Nativity. 

From the Spanijh of Gongora, 1 5 6 1 — 1 6*7 . 

Edward Churton 59 

52. The Manger-Throne . W, Chatterton Dix 60 

53. Jubilemus Salvatori. 

A Profe of Adam ofS. Ft^or, xii. Century, 

J, M. H. 61 

54. Before the paling of the Stars. C. G. Rossetti 63 

55. Tu fcendi dalle ftelle. 

From the Italian ofS, Alphonfo Liguori, 

F. C. HUSENBETH 64 

56. The Birth of the Chriftian's Day. L. Bourne 65 

57. Lux eft orta Gentilibus. 

A Sequence from the Mijfal ofNoyon, A, M. M. 66 

58. Dormi! FiLi, dormi ! 

An Ancient Latin Hymn , , Henry Trend 67 

59. PuER natus in Bethlehem. 

A Hymn of the xiv. Century, 

Richard Frederick Littledale 69 

60. Ave ! Maria Archer Gurney 70 

61. In Natali Domini. 

A Hymn of the xiv . Century, R. F. Littledale 7 1 
6s. The Moon that now is (hining. 

Adelaide A. Procter 74 



Content!** «xvfi 

No.* Page 

63. Ncutf^ irpof vfjomt, oixtrSh iuip>4ra. 

Jn Ode of S» John Damafcene^ viii. Century, 

William Chatterton Dix 74. 

64. The Myftery of the Incarnation. 

G. Hunt Smyttan 75 

65. O ter f^ecundas, O ter jucundas. 

A Hymn of Maubumy xv. Century, 

Edwin L. Blenkinsopp 76 

66. Hark ! heard ye not the ancient Seer ? 

Bishop Mant 77 

67. O Nox vel medio fplendior die. 

A Matin Hymn from the Amiens Breinary. 

W. J. Blew 78 

68. To Christ the Lord . John S. B. Monsell 79 

69. The Holy Child Christ . . . W. C. Dix 80 

70. Heu ! Quid jaces Stabulo ? 

A Hymn of Maubum^ xv. Century. 

Herbert Kynaston 81 

71. Haec ilia folemnis Dies. 

A Fejper Hymn of the Pofifian Breviaty, San* 
toUus Fictorinus, xvii. Century, 

Isaac Williams 8x 
7». The Star in the Baft. John Middleton Hare 83 

73. Coeleftis Ales nuntiat. 

A Midnight Hymn from the Paris Bretfiary, 
Santolius Fictorinus^ xvii. Century* 

Isaac Williams 84. 

74. Sonent Regi Nato nova Cantica. 

A Sequence from the Mijal of Angers, xvi. 
Century J. W. Hewett 85 

75. The Child Jesus : a Comifli Carol. 

R. S. Hawrbr 86 

76. Afar the Eaftem Sky is glowing.' 

A Ckriftmas Hymn ofNo^alis, Helen Lowe 87 

77. Sleep ! Holy Babe . . Edward Caswall 89 

78. A Solis ortus cardine. 

A Cento from a Hymn of S, Amhrofe, iv. Cen- 
tury . W, J. C. 90 

79. Night fpreads her fable Veil. 

F. Wilson Kittermaster 92 

80. rsfttfc ^ftrtkwo T^ £vel«rxa0'iv itk>Ai, 

An Ode ofS, John Damafcene. y in. Century . 

W,C.DviL ^% 



xxxviii Contents^ 



Page 



No. 

8 1. Son of God, before Thee. 

G. Hunt Smyttan 94 
8s. Nato nobis Salvatore. 

A Pfoje of Adam ofS, ri^or, xii. Century. 

A. M. M. 95 

83. A Chriftmas Carol. 

From the Spanijh ofGongorUy 1561 — 1627. 

Edward Churton 97 

84. Chriftmas Morning Hymn. 

Charles Ingham Black 98 

85. Lux eft orta Gentibus. 

A Profe of Adam of S. ViSor^ xu. Century. 

J. M. H. 99 

86. O Come ! Creator Spirit. 

An Ancient Latin Hymn. 

William John Blew xoi 

87. Tn» 'eM/c* BnflXel/tA «wifi, Jhuti X^vfAVt. 

A Poem of S. Romanus the Melodift^ vi. Cen- 
tury ....... W. C. Dix xo» 

88. Stars of Glory, Ihine more brightly. 

F. C. HuSENBETH I02 

89. Come ye Lofty, come ye Lowly, 

Archer Gurney 104 

90. 'Twas Midnight . . . . R. S, Trend 105 

91. Coelumguadel Terra plaude! 

A Hymn of Peter the Venerable^ xii. Century. 

Phipps Onslow 106 

92. Thrice blefled fruitful Theme of Mirth . W. 108 

93. Mundi falus Qui nafceris. 

A Compline Hymn from the Paris Bre'viary. 

Isaac Williams 108 

94. Auf ! fchicke dift. 

A Hymn ofC. Gellert^ 1715— 1769. 

Frances Elizabeth Cox 109 

95. A^A h v^arott Qi«* 

An Ode of S.' John Damafcene^ viii. Century, 

W. C. Dix xii 

96. The Cedar of Lebanon : A Carol. 

Richard Frederick Littledalb iix 

97. When the World flept. 

Frederick George Lee 113 



Part III. 

^§e (Epfpfiani? anti tEran^ftpratfom 

ir/f£ EPIPHANY AT BETHLEHEM, AND 

THE TRANSFIGURATION 

ON TABOR. 



No. Page 

98. The Shadow of the Star. 

Gerard Moultrie 115 

99. Magiftati Sacro San6he. 

An Ancient Sequence. I. Gregory Smith 117 
I CO. Quicunque Christum quasritis. 

A Breviary Hymn for Matins. 

John Henry Newman 119 
101. Tabor, Calvary, and Olivet. 

F. C. HUSENBETH II9 

10». Prima viftricis Fidei corona. 

A Fejher Hymn from the Bre'viaty ofNoyon, 

W. H. D. Ill 

103. The Epiphany of Tabor . . . A. M. M. ^^^ 

104. Magnum nobis Guadium. 

A Hymn of W. Lo'velly from the Anuens 
Library^ xvi. Century, 

Edwin L. Blenkinsopp 124 

105. En Perfici ex orbis finu. 

A Hymn of Prudentiusy iv. Century, 

Herbert Kynaston 125 

106. Enthroned upon the Mountain-height. 

Morning Thoughts 126 

107. Hoc jufTa quondam rumpimus. 

A Ve^r Hymn of the Parifian Breviary, 
Santolius FiSorinus^ xiii. Century, 

Isaac Williams 127 

108. A Carol of the Kings: an Armenian Myth. 

R. S. Hawker 128 



No. Page 

109. Quam nos potenter allicis. 

A Midnight Hymn of the Parijian Breviary, 
SantoUus H^orinus, xvii. Century, 

Isaac Williams 129 
X 10. Brighteft and beft of the Sons of the Morning. 

Bishop Heber 131 

111, Jesu, Dulcedo Cordium. 

A Matin Hymn of S, Bernard, from the Paris 
Bre'viary .... Isaac Williams 131 

112. All Nations of the Earth, rejoice. 

J. W. Hewett 133 
1x3. Hasc eft Dies fumme grata. 

A Sequence from the Miffal of Saintes, xv. 
Century . Charles Ingham Black X34 
1 14. Through the filent Midnight Hours. 

NioRNiNG Thoughts 136 
XI 5. Linquunt te6la Maji principis Urbis. 

A Hymn of Charles Coffin, from the Paris 
Breviary for Lauds, 1676 — 1749. 

John David Chambers 137 

116. Laudes Deo, dicat per omnia. 

A Sequence from the Utrecht Miffal, xvi. 
Century H. R. B. 139 

117. Hue vos, O Miferi, Surda relinquite. 

A Vefper Hymn from the Parifian Bretnary, 
Cnarles Coffin, 1676 — 1749. 

John David Chambers 141 

118. The Guiding Star. W. Chatterton Dix 143 
1x9. Christ, through grief and toil we come. 

Parish Hymn Book 144 
ifto. O nata Lux de Lumine. 

A Hymn from the Sarum Breviary for Lauds. 
XI. Century .... W. J. Blew 145 

121. Im Abend blinkt der Morgenftem. 

A Hymn ofE, Lange, 1650 — 1727. 

Frances '£. Cox 146 

122. Thou That art the Father's Word. 

Henry Alford 147 

123. Qua lapfu tacito Stella loquacibus. 

A Midnight Hymn of Charles Coffin, from the 
Parifian Bre'viary, 1 676 — 1 749. 

Isaac Williams 148 



ContentiJ* xii 

No. Page 

124. The Three-fold Oblation. 

John Stanley Tute 149 

125. Nuntium vobis fero de Supernis. 

A Matin Hymn from the Anglo-Saxon Hym- 

naries J. D. Chambers 149 

126. An Evening Epiphany Hymn. W. J. Blew 150 
X27. Gold, Frankincenie, and Myrrh. A. Gurney 151 

128. Laetetur hodie Matris Eccleiiae fan^la devotio. 

A Sequence from the Liege Mijfal^ xvi. Cen- 
tury . . . Charles Ingham Black 152 

129. As Stars of Night . Thomas Grinfield 153 

130. Bethlehem and Tabor. . . . W. C. Dix 154 

131. God Manifeft in the Fle(h. J. S. B. Monsell 156 
X32. O Sator rerum Reparator asvi. 

A Matin Hymn from the Sarum Bre*uiary, 
XVI, Century . . . , W. J. Blew 157 
S33. The Magji at the Manger. • T. Grinfield 158 

1 34. Novum Sidus exoritur. 

A Sequence from a Coblentsc MS, of the xv. 
Century .... Phipps Onslow 159 

135. On Tabor*s Mount. . Morning Thoughts 160 

136. O fola magnarum Urbium. 

A Hymn of Prudentius, V. Century, 

Henry Trend 161 

137. There are Three Gifts R. M. H. i6z 

138. CoelefHs Formam Gloriae. 

A VeJ^ Hymn of the xv. Century^from the 
Sarum Breviary . . J. D. Chambers 163 
X39. Lux alma Jesu. 

A BreoHory Hymn for Lauds. 

John Henry Newman 164 
140. Quae Stella fole pulchrior ? 

A Fejper Hymn of the Paris Breviary, of 
Charles C(^ qfRheims . W. J. Blew 164 




Part IV. 

THE BETRjrJL, PASSION, CRUCI- 
FIXION, AND ENTOMBMENT. 

No. Page 

141. Good Friday .... Archer Gurney 166 

142. Aipice infami Deus Ipfe Ligno. 

A Matin Hymn from the Breviary, 

Edward Caswall 168 

143. How ihall I look upon that Brow ? . K. Y. 169 

144. Ecquis binas Columbinas. 

An Ancient Latin Hymn , Henry Trend 170 

145. The Grief of Pleafures. Philip S. Worsley 17a 

146. The Holy Sepulchre . I. Gregory Smith 173 

147. Das Kreutz ift dennoch gut. 

A Hymn from the German ofG, Terfteegen, 

H. L. L^ 174 

148. Schola Crucis^ Schola Lucis. 

Dora Greenwell 176 

149. Veneremur Crucis Lignum. 

A Sequence from the Drontheim Mijfaly xvi. 
Century C. I. Black 177 

150. The Way of Sorrows. W. Chatterton Dix 178 

151. The Dying Words of Jesus. 

From the German . . Charles L. Ford 179 

152. The Lord of Might from Sinai's Brow. 

Bishop Heber 181 

153. The Crown of Thorns. 

From the Latin . • Philip S. Worsley 183 

154. O quam Felix, quam Praeclara. 

A Profe of Adam ofS, FiSor, xii. Century, 

Herbert Kynaston 185 

155. Father! forgive them . George Daniel 186 

156. The Crofs of Christ. William B. Flower 186 

157. Hedefcended into Hell. G. Hunt Smyttan 188 

158. The Redemption . John Stanley Tute 189 

159. Crucify! O Crucify ! . Archer Gurney 191 



€onttntg. xiiii 

No. Page 

1 60. My GoDy My God, why haft Thou forfaken 

Me? • . . Cecilia Mary Caddell 192 

161. Jesu, Manus, Pedes, Caput. 

A Hymn from the Breviary ofNqyon, 

Henry Thompson 193 

162. Self-facrifice .... Aubrey De Vere 194 

163. Crux benedi£la nitet, Dominus qua Came 

pependit. 
A Hymn ofVenantius Fortunatus^ vi. Century. 
The Voice of Christian Life in Song 195 

164. A Hymn in Holy Week . Arthur C. Coxe 196 

165. Is it nothing to you^ all ye that pais by ? 

John S. B. Monsell 197 

166. He defcended into Hell . Archer Gurney 199 

167. Salve! Tropaeum gloriae. 

A Hymn of Venerable Bede^ viii. Century, 

Herbert Kynaston 999 

168. Darkly frowns the Evening Sky. 

Greville Phillimore 200 

169. Ave! Crucis dulce Lignum. 

An Ancient Latin MS, Sequence . . M. 202 

170. I thirft. 

Tranjlatedfrom Cafjimir, W. A. Newman 203 

171. Hail! that Head with Sorrows bowing. 

After S, Bernard • . Henry Alford 203 

172. O Christ, O Saviour Dear. John S.Tute 204 

173. Lord Jesu, when we ftand afar. W. W. How 205 

174. Wednefday before Eaftcr . W. B. Flower 206 

175. If I have only Him. 

from Novalis .... Helen Lowe 207 

176. When God came down from Heaven. 

H. H. MiLMAN 208 

177. Blood is the Price of Heaven. F. W. Faber 209 

178. The Defcent from the Crofs. H. Kynaston 211 

179. It is Bniflied! . . . George Daniel 212 
x8o. The Tomb of Jofeph . . Archer Gurney 213 
x8i. I thirft .... Cecilia Mary Caddell 214 

182. A Litany of the Paifion C. S. 215 

183. Vexilla Regis prodeunt. 

A Hymn ofVenantius Fortunatus^ vi. Century, 

Richard Massie 216 

184. Christ in Hades . . Charles L. Ford 217 



xliv CDItttlttiS^ 

Mo. Fige 

185. Cruz, ave! benedi£la. 

An Ancient Latin Hymn, P. S. Worsley 2x9 

186. Lo! on the inglorious Tree. 

From the Frtbourg Bre*uiary, W. J. Blew 219 

187. Lo! I come to do Thy Will . J. M. Harb 2*0 

188. Hue ad jugum Calvariae. 

A Latin Hymn of the xvi. Century, 

Herbert Kynaston 221 

189. Gethfemane .... Thomas Grinfield 223 

190. Christ to the Daughters of Jerufalem. 

William A. Newman 224 

191. Wednefday before Eafter. Archer Gurney 226 

192. Hearts-Eafe . . . . G. Hunt Smyttan 227 

193. Thoughts on the Death of our Blefled Saviour. 

F. C. Husenbeth 227 

194. Jesu, meae delicias. 

A Hymn of the xv. Century . . . . L. 229 

195. £in L'ammlein geht und tragt die Schuld. 

A Hymn of?auL Gerhard^ 1606 — 1676. 

Frances £. Cox 230 

196. Ecce Homo ! . . . Matthew Bridges 232 

197. Along the fteep and weary Road . , C. S. 233 

198. Opprobiis, Jesu, fatur. 

A Midnight Hymn from thePariJian Breviary y 
Charles C^lfn, 1676 — 1749. 

Isaac Williams 234 

199. The Entombment . William S. Raymond 235 

200. Good Friday . . Christina G. Rossetti 236 

201. The Heavenly Stranger . H. N. Oxenham 237 

202. Legis figuris pinntur. 

A Breinary Hymn for LaudSy xvii. Century, 

Edward Caswall 238 

203. The Healer of the Nations • R. H. Baynes 239 

204. I love the Crofs L. Bourne 240 

205. Florem Spina coronavit. 

A Sequence from the Mijfal of Rennesy xvi. 
Century J. M. H. 241 

206. The Dream of Pilate's Wife . M. Bridges 242 

207. Calvary .... W. Chatterton Dix 244 

208. Maerentes oculi fpargite lachrymas. 

A Fefper Hymn from the Breviary, 

Edward Caswall 245 



Contents^» xiv- 

No. Page 

209. The Sacred Wounds . G. Hunt Smyttan 246 

210. Arbol ! donde el Cielo quifo. 

From the Spamjb of Colder on. 

Archbishop Trench 248 

211. Quam defpe6lus, quam reje6his. 

A Hymn ofS, Bonu'venturUj xiii. Century, 

Philip Stanhope Worsley 249 

212. Eafter Even . . Christina G. Rossetti 251 

213. Si vis vere gloriari. 

from the Sarum MtffaL C. Ingham Black 2 52 

214. Christus Confolator. Francis T.Palgrave 254 

215. O Calvary! . . . . G. Hunt Smyttan 255 

216. Arborem malitae exfcinde • . . R. M. H. 256 

217. Father, into Thy Hands I commend My 

Spirit. , . Cecilia Mary Caddell 257 

218. The Entombment • . . . . . H. M. 259 

219. The Betrayal . . . Matthew Bridges 260 

220. Jesu, mi Dulciflime, Domine Coelorum. 

A Hymn of AnfehUy Bijbop ofLucca^ xi. Cen- 
tury .... Herbert Kynaston 262 

221. It is finished! . Cecilia Mary Caddell 263 

222. The Sacred Sign . Thomas Whytehead 265 

223. The Sabbath . . . . G. Hunt Smyttan 266 

224. Eafter Eve .... Archer Gurney 267 

225. Prome vocem, Mens canoram. 

A VeJ^erHymnof Santolius Maglorianusyfrom 
the Parifian Breviary ^ xvii. Century, 

Isaac Williams 268 

226. The Love of Chrifl which palTeth knowledge. 

Christina G. Rossetti 269 

227. The Breaking Heart . Charles I. Black 270 




xivi Contentsf* 

Part V. 

(Catten 

THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

No. ^ ^ Page 

228. Mundi renovatio. 

A Profe of Adam S, FiSor^ xii. Century, 

Philip Stanhope Worsley 272 

229. The Defeat of Death . Gerard Moultrie 273 

230. Jesus lebt, itiit Ihm auch ich. 

A HymnofCJ, GelUrt . , 171 5—1769 

Frances Elizabeth Cox 275 

231. 'TfA^WfASt aw Xpt0^2, TO 0-Arrnptoir Iladoc. 

From the Offices of the Holy Eaftern Church. 

W. Chatterton Dix 277 

232. O give us Peace ; A. M. M. 278 

233. Hie eft Dies verus Dei. 

A No^urn Hymn from the Mozarabic Bre- 
<viary ........ J. M. H. 280 

234. Alleluia! Christ is rifen . . Anonymous 281 

235. Ecce tempus eft vernale. 

A Sequence from a MS. of the xiii. Century, 

Henry Trend 282 

236. Nu Kommen aer waor Paoikafroejd. 

From theSiMediJb of Laurence Peterfeny xvi. 
Century . . . . R. F. Littledalb 283 

237. God is gone up with a merry noife. 

Bishop Heber 284 

238. Haec eft fan£la SoUemnitas follemnitatum. 

A Sequence from an Ancient MS, Mijfal, 

John William Hewett 285 

239. He is rifen ! . , . . G. Hunt Smyttan 286 

240. Salve ! fefta Dies, toto venerabilis aevo. 

A Cento from a Procejfion Hymn ofS, Venantius 
Fortunatusy vi. Century , , W. J. C. 287 

241. Hail! Dayof joyous reft! . . H. Trend 289 

242. He is not here ! . . . William Palin 290 

243. Mortis portis fra6lisy fortis. 

A Hymn of Peter the Venerable y xii. Century. 
The Voice op Christian Life in Song 291 



No. Page 

244. Toy 9rpo h\lw fiXtov Kvarra vorl h ra^. 

From the Offices of the Holy Eaftem Church. 

W. C. Dix 29* 

245. I know that my Redeemer liveth. 

Thomas Grinfield 293 

246. Rabboni! .... Morning Thoughts 294 

247. Hallelujah 1 Christus lebt. 

A Hymn from the German ofC. B, Gar'ue, 

H. L. L. 295 

248. Pone lu6him Magdalena. 

From the Latin W. J. C. 297 

249. The joyful Morn . John Stanley Tute 298 

250. Aurora lucis rutilat J. S. Tute 299 

251. Cedant jufti iigna lu6his. 

An Ancient Hymn . Herbert Kynaston 300 

252. Noli Me tangere . . G. Hunt Smyttan 301 

253. Wie herrlich ftrahlt das Morgenroth. 

From the Hymn Book of the Diocefe ofTre^ves, 

Richard Frederick Littledale 302 

254. The Lord is rifen to-day . Henry Trend 303 

255. Haec eft Dies triumphalis. 

From the Latin . . . P. S. Worsley 304 

256. The Refurreftion : An Acroftic. J. S. Tute 305 

257. Mitis AgnuSy Leo fortis. 

An Ancient Hymn . . . Henry Trend 305 

258. Rifen Life with Christ . R. M. Benson 306 

259. Vi£limae Pafchali. 

A Profefrom the Mijfal. F. C. Husenbeth 308 

260. The Expeaant Bride . . . . W. C. Dix 309 

261. Salve! Dies dierum gloria. 

A Sequence ofAdtm of S. Fi^or, xii. Century, 

H. R. B. 310 

262. Laft at His Crois ; earlieft at His Grave. 

T. Grinfield 312 

263. Salve I fefta Dies, toto venerabilis aevo. 

A Cento from a ProceffionalHymn ofS, Fenantius 
Fortunatusy VI, Century . . W. J. C. 313 

264. The Angel fitting on the Stone. R.M.Benson 314 

265. SextapaSus feria. 

A Profe of Adam ofS, Fi^ior, xii. Ceutury, 

R. F. Littledale 315 

266. Rejoice! rejoice! . . F. C. Husenbeth 317 



xiviii Contentsf^ 

No. p^ 

267. Chorus novae Hierufalem. 

A PafchalHymn ofS, Ftdbert of CkartreSy xi. 
Century W. J. C. 318 

268. From the Regions unbeholden. C. I. Black 319 

269. Adefte 1 Ccelitum Chori. 

A Hymn of Nicolas Le ToumeauXy a Prieflof 
Rouen, 1 626 , . R. F. Littledale 320 

270. Christ is rifen from the Dead. 

John S. B. Monsell 321 

271. Forti tegente brachio. 

A Hymn of C. Coffin from the Paris Bren;iary, 

1676 — 1749 • • R» F. LiTTLEDALB 323 

272. Jesus lives! He rofe to-day . R. S. Trend 324 

273. Jesu, Redemptor faeculi. 

A Compline Hymn of the Panftan Bre*viafy, 

Isaac Williams 325 

274. Christ is rifen ! Henry Hart Milman 326 

275. Surrexit Christus hodie. 

A Hymn of the xii. Century, J. W. Hewett 327 

276. O Myftery of Myfteries ! Archer Gurney 328 

277. Te quanta, Viftor funeris. 

A Vefper Hymn from the Latin . W. H. D. 329 

278. A Morte Qui Te fufcitans. 

An Ancient Compline Hymn. 

John George Smith 330 

279. Auf ! Stimmet freud, ge Siegeflieder. 

From the German , Henry Thompson 330 
^8o. Laudes Christo redempti voce modulemur 
fupplici. 
A Profe of the xi. Century. 

Richard F. Littledale 331 

281. An Eafter Carol Anonymous 333 

282. Cceli choris perennibus. 

A Latin Hymn for Lauds. Phipps Onslow 333 

283. Lift the Portals . Cecilia Mary Caddell 334 

284. Surfum Corda fublevemus. 

I. Gregory Smith 335 




Contentj}. xiix 

Part VI. 

afcenOon anli |9enttCDtt> 

rf^iP ASCENSION OF OUR DIVINE LORD, 

AND THE DESCENT OF THE 

HOLT SPIRIT. 

No. Page 

285. Du, fom ofs telfl; ur f3rndens band. 

A Hymn from the StvetUfb, 

Richard Frederick Littledale 337 

286. Thou art gone up on High! G. Phillimore 338 

287. Hymnum canamus Glorias. 

A Hymn of Venerable Bede^ from the York 
Brennaryj viii. Century . . W. J. C, 339 

288. A Prieft for ever after the Order of Melchifedec. 

G. Hunt Smyttan 340 

289. Jam Christus aftra afcenderat. 

A Hymn ofS, Ambrofe^from the Sarum Ere- 
'viaryj iv. Century Henry Trend 341 

290. *lnawi loo^&nq» 

An Ode ofs. Jofeph of the Sttidium, ix. Cen- 
tury .... John Mason Neale 342 

291. Quo vos Magiftri gloria quo Salus. 

A Vef^er Hymn of Charles Coffin Jrom the Paris 
BreinatyyiSjS — 1749. J.D.Chambers 343 

292. God is gone up with a merry noife. 

John S. B. Monsell 345 

293. Open! ye Gates . . . William Palin 345 

294. The Myftic Chain . . Phipps Onslow 346 

295. Veniy San£^e Spiritus. 

A Hymn of Robert U. of Trance , xi. Century. 

Philip Stanhope Worsley 348 

296. Supreme Re6lor Coelitum. 

A Matin Hymn from the Parijian Bre*viary. 

Isaac Williams 349 

297. The Heavenly Interceifion . G. Moultrie 350 

d 



1 Content^. 

No. Page 

298. Lux jucunda, Lux iniignis. 

A Sequence of Adam ofS, H^or, xii. Century, 

Herbert Kynaston 352 

299. Hofanna in the Higheft . . . W. C. Dix 353 

300. Veni ! Creator Spiritus. 

An Ancient Latin Hymn, 
The Voice of Christian Life in Song 354. 

301. Y dejas, Paftor Santo. 

An Ode of Luis de Leon^ 1527 — 1591. 

C. B. Cayley 355 

302. Sacrata Christi tempora. 

¥rom the Mozarabic Breinary. 

Henry Thompson 356 

303. GoTT fahret auf gen Himmel. 

AHymnofG,Sacerji6i$ — 1699. F.E.Cox 358 

304. Beata nobis gaudia. 

A Bre*viary Hymn for Laudsy vii. Century, 

Edward Caswall 360 

305. Back returning to His Own . A. Gurney 361 

306. While up to Heaven God goeth. 

From the German, William John Blew 362 

307. Sit Thou on My Right Hand, My Son. 

Bishop Heber 364 

308. PromifTa Tellus concipe gaudia. 

A Matin Hymn of the Farifian Bre'viary, 

J, David Chambers 364 

309. Amor Patris et FiLii. 

A Sequence from the Mijfal of Liege ^ xiii. 
Century . . . . R. F. Littledale 365 

310. A Painter's Legend. W. Chatterton Dix 367 

311. Felix Dies mortalibus. 

A Vefper Hymn of Santolius ofS. FiSor^from 
the Parijian Bre<viary, Isaac Williams 368 

312. Heut ift gefahren Gottes Sohn. 

From the Hymn Book of the Diocefe of Tre<ves, 

R. F. Littledale 369 

313. Veni Supeme Spiritus. 

A Vefper Hymn from the Breviary ofCahors, 

J. M. H. 370 

314. Ihr Jiinger Jesu, freuet euch. 

From the Hymn Book of the Diocefe of Tre^ves, 

R. F. Littledale 371 



Contentsf^ ii 

No. Page 

315. The Day of Pentecoft Archer Gurney 372 

An Ode ofS. Jofeph of the Studium, ix. Cen- 
tuty J. M. Neale 373 

317. Poftquam hoftem et inferna. 

A Profe of Adam ofS. ViSor^ xii. Century. 

C. I. Black 373 

318. 'TisthelaftoftheDays. Thomas Grinfield 375 

319. O Ignis Spiritus Paracliti. 

A Pentecoftal Sequence of the xii. Century y 
afcribed to S, Hildegarde, 

Richard F. Littledale 377 

320. Ye Saintly-Bands . William B. Flower 378 

321. Adfis, Superne Spiritus. 

From the Latin, Edwin L. Blenkinsopp 380 

322. Saviour, Thy Father's Promife fend. 

Henry Alford 381 

323. O Lord, Thy Wing outfpread. W.J. Blew 381 

324. Coelos afcendit hodie. 

A Hymn of the xii. Century, 

J. W. Hewett 382 

325. Silence in Heaven . Herbert Kynaston 383 

326. Felix Dies mortalibus. 

A Cento from Santoleus of S, n^or, xii. Cen- 
tury R. F. Littledale 384 

327. Anni pera£^is menfibus. 

From the Anglo-Saxon Hymnaries. 

J. D. Chambers 385 

328. O Geift des Herrn, nur deine Kraft. 

A Hymn of J, C, La*vater, 1741 — 1801. 

Frances Elizabeth Cox 386 

329. Pentecoftal Type and Antitype. 

Edwin L. Blenkinsopp 386 

330. Mundo novum Jus dicere. 

From the Breinary of Cahors . H. Trend 387 

331. Holy Spirit! long expefted. 

John S. B. Monsell 388 

332. Oefftiet cure Thorc, Fiirften OfFnet fie. 

From the Hymn Book of the Diocefe of Treves, 

M. 389 

333. Salutis humans Sator. 

A Vefper Hymn of the iv. Century y from the 
Breviary W.J.C. "^^o 



Hi Conttntjsf. 

No. Fi 

334. Laudes Deo devotas. 

A Compline Hymn afcribed to S, Notker^firom 
the York Bre^arj^ 91a a.d. 

William John Blew 35 

335. O Christe, Qui nofter poli. 

From the Bre^aty ofNoyon, 

Charles Ingham Black 35 

336. Triumphe! plaudant Maria. 

Herbert Kynaston 35 

337. * Avio^rq; rptq/uepoc* 

An Ode ofS, Jofefh of the Studium^ ix. Cen- 
tury . . J. M. Neale 3< 

338. Where is our Mafternow ? Emily I. J. Palin 3; 

339. De Afcenfione Domini. 

An Ancient Hymn . . . Henry Trend 3; 

340. The Heavens for their mighty King prepare. 

J. S. Tute 3< 

341. I will not leave you Comfortlefs . G. V. C. 3; 

342. Surely I come quickly , . . . W. H. D. 3< 

343. Pentecoft A. M. M. 3! 





i^pmn0 anD Witxits on tfte 
JLift of CDrtft. 

PART I. 

atiDent 

r//£ i^/iJjr ^iVD SECOND 
JDFENT. 

g^aluiS aeterna, inoettcUniS Sl^uiHii 5ttfta. 

IFE of the World unfailing, 
Sun of our troubled jky, 
Who heard'Jl in Heaven our 
wailing, 
And would'Jl its anguijh try, 
'Twas of Thy matchlejs Clemency 
Thou cam'Jl, Incarnate, down. 
From this world's God our race to free. 
And wear,unknown, the Crown. 

B 




The Sheep of God were roving 

Far off in error's track. 
When Thou, O Shepherd loving, 

Camejl to bring them back ; 
'Twas of Thy free, conjlraintlejs Grace 

All Thou could'Jl give was given, 
Jesu, that we might Jhare a place 

With Thee, in Light, in Heaven. 

All blejl, O God our Brother, 

Was Thy Firjl-coming's Day, 
But there Jhall be another ; 

Therefore Thy Servants pray. 
When throned in Light to Judge aright 

Thou Jittejl, O may we, 
Where'er Thy Path, in raiment white 

For ever follow Thee. 



(BtM me terrors puICa^ tiitae 9Die0 ultima. 

EAVILY with dread thou loomejl, lajl 
day of my earthly life ; 
Heart and melting reins within me 
Jhudder at the mortal Jlrife, 
When I would inform my Jpirit with what horrors 
thou art rife. 

Who can dare the jcene dijcover that doth compajs 
thee about. 




(Bratji mt terrore. 3 

When the feeble flejh uncoileth, and life's jpan is 

meajured out. 
And the Soul relaxant rujhes on the Myjlery 

without ? 

Senje is dead, the dry tongue jlifFens, and the eyes 

grow dim for death. 
And the Jick man's breajl is heaving, and his 

hoarje throat gajps for breath. 
Blanched his cheeks, his limbs hang nervelejs, and 

his beauty vanijheth. 

Things he wrought, and thought, and uttered, in 

the years he lived below, 
Rob him of his rejl ; dread vijions round his couch 

of anguijh grow. 
Come up from the Pajl and daunt him, hunt his 

glances to and fro. 

Then the thought of ended aSion doth his lonely 

fpirit jling ; 
Then his conjcience racks him ever with untimely 

vijiting; 
But his terrible repentance cometh now a fruitlejs 

thing. 

In that hour are very bitter all the JweetneJOfes of 

earth, 
When the endlejs retribution tracks the footjleps 

of his mirth ; 
All that once was grand and glorious feemeth to 

him nothing worth. 



4 atitjent* 

Christ, Invincible, I pray Thee help me, Lord, 

rejpeS my moan, 
When the lajl dark hour is on me and I Journey 

hence alone ; 
Suffer not the Powers of evil then to claim me for 

their own. 

Slay in me the Prince of darknejs ; let Hell fall 

Thy Grace before : 
Thy lojl Sheep, redeemed for ever, then unto Thy 

Fold rejlore. 
There to dwell in contemplation of Thy Glory 

evermore, 

aaiacf)et auf, ruft im0 t^it ^timint^ 

AKE ! the Jlartling Watch-cry 

pealelh. 
While Jlumber deep each eyelid 
jealeth ; 
Awake ! Jerujalem, awake ! 
Midnight's Jblemn hour is tolling. 
And Cherub notes are onward rolling ; 
They call on us our part to take. 
Come forth, ye Virgins wife ; 
The Bridegroom comes, arije ! 
Each Lamp be bright, with ready light, 
To grace the Marriage Feajl to-night. 

Zion hears the Voice that fmgeth ; 

With Judden Joy her glad heart Jpringeth ; 




2Drif6erance. 5 

At once Jhe wakes, jhe Jlands arrayed : 
Her Light is come, her Star ajcending, 
Lo ! girt with Truth, with Mercy blending, 
Her Bridegroom there, fo long delayed. 
All hail ! God's Glorious Son : 
All hail ! our Joy and Crown. 
The joyful Call, we anjwer all. 
And follow to the Nuptial Hall. 

Praife to Him Who went before us ; 
Let men and Angels Join in chorus : 

Let harp and cymbal add their Jound. 
Twelve the gates, a pearl each portal — 
We hajle to join the Choir immortal 

Within the Holy City's bound. 

Ear ne'er heard aught like this. 
Nor heart conceived fuch blifs ; 

We raife the fong, we Jwell the throng. 

To praije Thee ages all along. 

2DeU6erance. 

OME and releafe us. Son of God — 
We look for Liberty and Light to 
Thee: 
Thou only /in-bound Souls canjl make 
Imperijhably free ; 

Free from all carking Jlrifes of earth ; 

Free from the time-forged chains which bind us 
down; 




6 jaiii^tit* 

Free to engage in Faith's high war, 
To battle for the Crown : 

Free from unmanly, felfljh aims, 

From angry Jlrife of tongues and bittemejs ; 
From crime, opprejQIion, fraud, and wrong, 
From pride's cold-heartednefs : 

Free from great Mammon's golden fway ; 

Free from the wearying thirjl for place and power ; 
From mad ambitions of the heart, 

Which Jlrengthen as they lower : 

Free, .above all, from inward love 

For aught arrayed againjl that Crofs of Light 
Whofe glories, Jlreaming down the world. 
Make its dark places bright. 

Come and releaje us. Son of God ; 

Hope of the Gentiles, Saviour, hear our cry ; 
Earth wanes toward her evening hour, 
Deliverance is nigh. 



Cf)rill{ Cattttja clamftat. 

ARK ! a glad exulting throng ; 

Hark ! the loud Hofannas ring ; 
Glad Hofannas loud and long 
Greet Messiah triumphing. 




€W^i Catettja clamftan 

He, of Whom the Prophets won 

Myjlic Vijions faint and dim, 
Comes, th' All-Father's Only Son, 

And Redemption comes with Him. 

Bore the Word Jin's curje and jhame. 
Leaving Heaven for Jin's domain ; 

Wore the Word our flejhly frame 

By His Death, Death's King was Jlain. 

Once of earthly Mother born 

Ever of the Father, He ; 
Twain the Natures He has worn, 

One, His PerfeS Deity. 

Lo ! the Godhead come to earth, 
PerfeS Man, as all might fee. 

That reborn in God's new Birth 
Might the fallen manhood be. 

Praife we Him with Joyful voice. 
Our new birth His Triumph fealed ; 

In the Day let all rejoice 

Which of old His Birth revealed. 

Him with holiejl worjhip praife 
In His folemn Advent-Tide ; 

Holicjl rites for holiejl days 
By the Godhead glorified. 

So, when earth His Terrors Jhake, 
He Jhall come our faith to blefs ; 

Saved, for that firjl Advent's fake. 
By His glorious Lowlinefs. 




jawent. 



prepare to meet tl^p ©oil* 

REPARE to meet thy God! Now 
dreams mujl flee ; 
The pure in heart Faith's golden 
crown jhall wear : 
Purge with Love's fire a chamber meet for prayer ; 
Take Zeal's rough cloak, gemmed with Humility : 
Learn in the Crofs the Marks of Christ to ]ee$ 
In the world's hate His Love, in wounds His Care: 
Faith, Hope, and Love be thine« Lord, we 
prepare 
With Thine own Gifts to deck ourfelves for Thee. 
Come ! quickly ^come ! By Mercy's minijlers 
With Joy and Peace our pilgrim feet are Jhod : 
In rapturous Faith we call Thee Lord and God. 
Come ! quickly come ! Rend the malignant jkies. 
Sins murky exhalations Jhroud my Light : 
Firjl grant Faith's martyr-gaze, then Seraph's 
fight. 



3|eru, aDefenCor omnfum* 

ESU, our Captain and our King, 

Adorable Defender, 
Now comes the night on ebon-wing, 
And us to jleep we render : 
Still rejl we, Jesu, in Thy Name, 
Our Keeper and our Guard, 




And wakeful thus in jpirit claim 
The Watcher's blejl reward. 

At noon of night, by Gojpel Voice, 

The Bridegroom is proclaimed ; 
He comes — in Him let all rejoice 

By Whom Heaven's Realm is framed : 
Forth hajle the holy Maiden-bands 

To meet His Coming Jlate, 
Bearing their bright Lamps in their hands, 

Joying with gladnejs great. 

The foolijh bide the gate before. 

And hold their Lamps long quenched. 
Smiting in vain that Palace door, 

Whofe bolts will ne'er be wrenched : 
Then watch we and in fpirit Jland 

With panoply complete. 
That we, when Christ Jhall be at hand, 

Go forth our Lord to greet. 

|0T too anxious for to-morrow. 
Not too carelefs of to-day. 
Temperate in Joy and forrow, 
Not fo often grave as gay ; 
By no evil pajjlions driven ; 

Envy, malice, bearing none ; 
On unkindnefs unforgiven 
Never letting fet the fun ; 




10 SLh\}tnu 

Grateful for whatever BlejQIing, 

In its bounty Heaven has Jent ; 
Ever happy in pojjejjing 

Quiet, competence, content ; 
Not, for pride, profujely giving ; 

Not to Mammon meanly jbld ; 
Lejs for jelf, than others, living ; 

Prizing friendjhip more than gold ; 
Let me pajs through life's probation — 

And then let me, when I die, 
Full of hope and rejignation. 

Give to earth my long, lajl jigh. 



CfiegDeto ofBledltiff. 

LESSED Ruler of the Jky, 
Who to compensate our lofs 
Gav'Jl Thine Only Son to die 

Upon the Jhameful Crofs ; 



By Thy Love for Jinful man. 

By the Water and the Blood, 
Sacramental Jlreams, which ran 

Down from the holy Rood 

At the Crofs's bafe to rear 

Golden harvejls, rich and broad — 
Tender plants, the full ripe ear. 

Meet for the harvejl's Lord : 




2Der !^ett lirtcfjt tin, urn a^fmmacfit^ 1 1 

0*er the length and breadth and height. 

Deep rich Jbil and jhallow fand, 
Pour the Dew of Blejjing bright 
Upon the thirjly land : 

Till at lajl Thy Voice Jhall fay- 
Summer fades ; 'tis time ; begin 
Labourers your work ; away ! 
Gather the Harvejl in. 

Angel-Reapers, robed in Light, 

Opening wide your bofoms come ; 
Lo ! the fields with harvejl white ; 

Garner the full Jheaves home. 

2Der %rr ftrfcfit efn, urn a^(tmnacSt* 

JHE Lord Jhall come in dead of night, 
When all is Jlillnejs round ; 
How happy they whoje Lamps arc 
bright. 
Who hail the Trumpet's found. 

How blind and dead the world appears, 

How deep her Jlumbers are. 
Still dreaming that the Day Jhe fears 

Is dijlant and afar. 

Who fpends his day in holy toil. 

His talent ufed aright. 
That he may hajle, with Heavenly fpoil. 

To meet his Lord that night ? 




12 jaiitetit 

Are ye aroufing from their jleep, 
The Saints who dare to rejl, 

And. calling every one to keep 
A watch more true and blejl? 

Wake up ! my heart and Soul, anew, 
Let jleep no moment claim ; 

But hourly watch, as if ye knew 
This night the Majler came. 



HAT fearful Day, that Day of fpecch- 

lejs dread. 
When Thou Jhalt come to Judge the 

quick and dead — 
I jhudder to forefee, 
O God, what then Jhall be. 

When Thou Jhalt come. Angelic legions round, 
With thoufand thousands, and with Trumpet found, 
Christ, grant me in the air 
With Saints to meet Thee there. 

Weep, O my Soul, ere that great hour and Day 
When God Jhall Jhine in manifejl array. 
Thy Jin, that thou mayejl be 
In that Jlri3 Judgment free. 




SDeatl^. 13 

The terror Hell-fire fierce and unfufiiced : 

The bitter worm: the gnajhing teeth : O Christ, 

Forgive, remit, protect ; 

And fet me with th' EleS. 

That I may hear the blejsed Voice that calls 
The Righteous to the Joy of Heavenly halls : 
And, King of Heaven, may reach 
The Realm that pajjeth fpeech. 

Enter Thou not in Judgment with each deed. 
Nor each intent and thought in Jlrifinefs read : 

Forgive and jave me then, 

O Thou that lovejl men. 



OW let me clofe mine eyes. 
And Jlrive to piSure to myjelf the day. 
When J Jlretched in my lajl dying agonies, 
I here no more may Jlay. 

Ah ! when will be the time 
For thee, my Soul, to wing thy Jblemn flight ? 
Shall it be Winter fnow, or Summer prime ? 

Shall it be day or night ? 

And Jhall it be my lot 
Prepared by Sacraments of Grace to die ? 
Or Jhall I perijh in fome lonely fpot 

No Priejl of Jesus nigh ? 




14 aiiietiu 

And will my death come jlow 
Or fudden as the Lightning's vivid blajl ? 
Ah me ! I cannot fay — but this I know, 

That come it mujl at lajl. 

Oh, then, /ince thus I live, 
Certain of Death — uncertain of the day — 
This Grace to me. Immortal Saviour, give. 

In Thy dear Love, I pray ; 

That whatfoe'er befall 
Of good or ill, I evermore may be 
Ready, whenever founds Thy folemn Call, 

At once to anfwer Thee. 



d)e Cljartot ! tfie CJarfot ! 

HE Chariot ! the Chariot ! its wheels 

roll on fire 
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp 
of His Ire : 

Self-moving it drives on its pathway of cloud, 
And the Heavens with the burthen of Godhead 
are bowed. 

The Glory ! the Glory ! by myriads are poured 
The Hojls of the Angels to wait on their Lord, 
And the glorified Saints and the Martyrs are 

there. 
And all who the Palm-wreath of ViSory wear. 




%^t antjent antfpl^oniS. is 

The Trumpet ! the Trumpet ! the dead have all 

heard : 
Lo the depths of the Jlone-covered charael are 

stirred : 
From the fea, from the land, from the fouth and 

the north, 
The vajl generations of man are come forth. 

The Judgment ! the Judgment ! the Thrones are 

all fet, 
Where the Lamb and the white-vejled Elders are 

met : 
All flejh is at once in the Sight of the Lord, 
And the doom of Eternity hangs on His Word. 

Oh Mercy ! oh Mercy ! look down from above, 
Creator, on us Thy Jad Children, with Love : 
When beneath to their darknejs the wicked are 

driven. 
May our jan6lified Souls find a manjion in Heaven. 



Cf)e ^tident ^nttp]^on0« 

O Sapientia. 

WISDOM, that proceedejl from 
The Mouth of the Mojl High, 
And through illimitable /pace 
Extendejl mightily ; 
Thou, that in fweetejl harmony 
Dijpojejl all creation, 




1 6 iati&etit^ 

Come ! guide our Souls along the path 
Of prudent contemplation. 

O Adonau 
O Adonai, Ifrael's Ruler Thou, 

To Mofes in the flame-girt Bujh revealed. 
Who gavejl to him the Law on Sinai's brow, 
Come! lift Thine outjlretched Arm our Souls t 
Jhield. 

O Radix Jejfe. 
Root of Jeje, Enfign Thou 
Set forth to every nation. 
Unto Thee all Kings Jhall bow 
In jpeechlejs adoration : 
Thine Aid the Gentiles Jhall implore; 
Come ! and redeem us — tarry now no more. 

O Clavis David. 
Key of David, and Sceptre 

Of Ifrael's race, 
Who openejl and clofejl 

The portals of Grace ; 
When Thou openejl, none clofe. 

When thou Jhuttejl, none ope : 
Come ! lead from their bondage 

The Prifoners of hope ; 
Make fpeed, O Redeemer, 

The captives to fave. 
Who in darknefs abide, 

And the gloom of the Grave. 



fetatce tiffcerning; ougfit 1 7 

O Oriens. 

O Day-Spring, Brightnefs of eternal Light, 

O Sun of Righteoufnejs ; 
Come Thou ! the dwellers in dark Jhades of night 
And in Death's valley with Thy rijing Beams 
to blefs, 

O Rex Gentium. 

O Kingy Dejire of every nation, 

O Corner-Jlone that both to one dojl mould, 
Come Thou ! accomplijh man's Salvation, 

Man, whom Thou formcdjl from the clay of old. 

O Emmanuel. 

O "Law-giver, and King, Emmanuel, come! 

Come Thou ! the Gentiles tarry for Thy Birth, 
Predejlined Saviour ; from jin's righteous doom, 
Come! Jave, O Lord our God, the tribes of earth. 

Scarce tiffcertiitig: ousf)U 

CARCE difceming ought before us, 
On our weary way we go ; 
But one guiding Star is o'er us. 
Beaming forth the way to Jhcw. 

Watch we, pray we, let us jink not 
Journeying on while yet we can ; 

At a moment when we think not 
Shall we meet the Son of Man. 




i8 anient 

See ! e*en now the Eajl is bright'ning ; 

See ! the cloud of gloom is riven ; 
See ! a flajh more Jwift than lightning 

Gleameth all athwart the Heaven. 

Christ hath come (oh, joy and wonder !) 

Clothed in Majejly fublime. 
Glorious as the Son of Thunder 

Saw Him in the olden time. 

Hark the Trumpets' note is pealing ; 

All the dead it fummoneth, 
Endlejs Life to Jbme revealing, 

But to Jbme — the Second Death. 

Lo ! a Form from Earth arifeth, 
Pure and lovely, who is Jhe ? 

She it is whom Jesu prizeth, 

»Tis the Church, whofe Spoufe is He. 

See the Robes of dazzling brightnejs 
That adorn the glorious Bride ; 

God hath clothed her in the whitenefs 
Of the Saints all purified. 

Hark ! Jhe hails Him— Thou that Javejl, 

Thy Salvation draweth nigh, 
With the Children that Thou gavejl, 
Jesu, Bridegroom, here am I. 

White-robed bands of His Redeemed 
Stand around her by the Throne ; 

Sorrowful on earth they Jeemed, 
Now their great Reward is Jhewn : 




€xiit cutifsf pretioCuiS Itifangf. 19 

For with Joy how paQing fervent 
Each doth hear the gracious Voice — 

Come, thou good and foithful Servant, 
Come, and evermore rejoice. 



(Bxiit cunfiS prnfoCuiS Infangf* 

low from his cradle comes the Child, 
By the Mojl High 
Trained for His own great Minijlry : 
He, far from man, drinks in the wild 
The fprings of Wi/dom undefiled : 

Far 'mid the defert caves profound, 
*Mid low-browed rocks. 
Where every noife lorn echo mocks. 
The bees that in the rock abound. 
And mountain jlreams, the only found. 

With limbs long-trained to hardihood. 
The camel's hair 
Wrapt rudely round his body bare, 
There in the wild Christ's Soldier stood, 
The dejert Jpoils his only food. 

With jlrong-bent Hope his Soul doth burn 
From Satan's thrall 
That faithlefs Nation to recall- 
That fathers might of children learn, 
And children to their fathers turn. 




20 aiitient. 



^Je a^ptterp of (EmmanueU 

NCARNATE God ! what tongue can 

tell 
The Myjlery of Emmanuel ? 
What human lyre, 
What Angel choir, 
Can jing that Marvel pajjiing ken, 
The Word made Flesh for Jinful men ? 

Thine Advent, Lord, was pain and jhame, 
Our world from Satan to reclaim ; 

Oh, Grace unknown, 

That from Thy Throne, 
Thou cam'Jl to be defpifed of thofe 
Thy Love would rejcue from their woes. 

A Man of Sorrows, Man of Grief — 
As if Thou wert the very chief 

Of jinners lojl. 

Thou cam'Jl the Hojl, 
O Spotlejs Lamb of God, to be 
For man, his Soul from death to free. 

Yes, Thou wajl wounded, bruifed, and torn. 
That we might healed be, and born 

To Life again. 

And Javed from pain ; 
And yet from Thee we hid our face. 
Who came from guilt to deanje our race. 



When, Jesu, Thou Jhalt come once more, 
Not poor and lowly as of yore, 

But clothed in Light, 

And full of Might, 
More Glorious than ten thoufand days, 
With Angels pealing forth Thy Praife. 

The clouds of Heaven Thy Chariot-throne, 
And aowned with Majejiy Thine own, 

Grant I may jland 

On Thy Right Hand, 
A /inner, yet abjblved by Thee, 
And worthy made Thy Face to fee. 

With eager eyes and longing heart 

Thy Church would fee Thee as Thou art ; 

Oh, hear Her cry. 

Her lone-lorn Jigh, 
And hajlen. Lord, the promifed hour. 
When She will reach Her Bridal-bower. 



HE night is far fpent, and the day is at 
. hand. 

There are Signs in the Heaven, and 
Signs on the land, 
In the wavering earth, and the drouth of the fea — 
But He Jlands and He knocks, Sinner, nearer to thee. 




22 awent 

His night-winds but whifper until the Day break 
To the Bride, for in jlumber her heart is awake : 
He mujl knock at the Jleep where the revellers tofs 
With the dint of the Nails and the Jhock of the 
Crojs. 

Look out at the cafement ; fee how He appears ; 
Still weeping for thee all Gethfemane's tears ; 
Ere they plait Him earth's thorns, in its jblitude 

crowned, 
With the drops of the night and the dews of the 

ground. 

Will you wait ? Will you Jlumber until He is gone, 
Till the beam of the timber cry out to the Jlone ; 
Till He Jhout at thy Jepulchre, tear it apart. 
And knock at the dujl. Who would Jpeak to thy 
heart ? 



C|)rftte, Mi fummi Patrf0. 

HRIST, the Son of God Mojl High, 
Suppliants unto Thee we cry ; 
By Thy Love for her who bore Thee, 
And with tenderejl care watched o'er 
Thee, 
Hearken to our lowly prayer — 
Thou, our Twofold Saviour, fpare. 
Fountain of our earthly pleafure. 
And the Soul's eternal Treajure. 




Though defiled by /in, we pray, 
Wajh Thou all our guilt away. 
Thou, Who lovejl Mercy, fpare us ; 
Grievous jinners we declare us. 
Jesu, blot out all our Jin ; 
Make us a clean heart within. 
Grant us perfeS Charity, 
Faith, and flrmejl Hope in Thee, 
And, at lajl, a blejfed End, 
Greatejl boon that Thou canjl Jend ; 
That we may depart like thoje 
Who in Thee, O Christ, repofe. 
Fit us for the Bread of Heaven, 
At Thy holy Altar given. 
From Thy Wrath, O Lord, defend us ; 
Healing Balm in mercy fend us 
For our fenjes and our Soul, 
From Jin's dark and dread controul, 
Thaty when our lajl hour draws nigh. 
Thy Jlrong Angel may Jland by, 
Sent by Thee to guide and guard us, 
Till Thou with the Jujl reward us. 
And, though we in death decay, 
Drive the Jecond Death away. 
Though to earth rejlored we be. 
May our Spirits rejl in Thee, 
That, when our long Jleep is o'er. 
We may Jee Thee evermore. 




24 iantienn 



ARK ! through the lonely Wajle 
By foot of man unpaced — 
Prepare the Way — a warning Voice 
rejbunds ; 
Level th' oppojlng hill, 
The hollow valley fill. 
Make jlraight the crooked, jmooth the rugged 

grounds ; 
Prepare a pajQage, form it plain and broad. 
And through the defert make a highway for our 
God. 

Thine, Baptijl, was the Cry, 
In ages long gone by 
Heard in clear accents by the Prophet's ear : 
As if 'twere thine to wait. 
And with imperial Jlate 
Herald fome eajlern Monarch's proud career : 
Who thus might march his hojl in full array. 
And jpeed through tracklefs wilds his unrejijled 
way. 

But other tajk hadjl thou 
Than lofty hills to bow. 
Make Jlraight the crooked, the rough places plain : 
Thine was the harder part 
To fmooth the human heart. 



The wilderaefs where jin had fixed his reign ; 
To make deceit his mazy wiles forego. 
Bring down high-vaulting pride, and lay ambition 
low. 

Such, Baptijl, was thy care, 
That no objlrufiion there 
Might check the progrefs of the King of kings ; 
But that a clear high way 
Might welcome the array 
Of Heavenly Graces which His Prejence brings ; 
And where Repentance had prepared the road, 
There Faith might enter in, and Love to man and 
God. 



Sin iantient l^ra^er. 

HINE Advent is at hand : 
By Grace again rejlcM'ed, 
My Jins in jecret probe, 
O Saviour mojl Adored. 

A traitor to Thy Caufe, 
By falfe conceit beguiled, 

I have not hated Jin, 

But on Thy Crojs have Jmiled. 

Thy Voice reveals me thus, 
And pierces through my heart; 

A leper foul I kneel. 
Unveiled by human art» . 




2t6 sobtnu 

The prodigal's return 
Thou watchejl from afar, 

Treading a homeward path 
Beneath the guiding Star. 

All travel-jlained I come ; 

Thine Advent Love alone 
To plead in trembling guilt 

Before Thy Mercy-Throne. 

O Holy One fpeak on, 
And give me ears to hear 

The Jlill /mall Voice Divine 
Of Jesus pajjing near. 



Creator alme flUerum* 



■KSn REATOR of the Jlarry height, 
ii BlSa l Of hearts believing endlejs Light, 
iJS^^W Jesu, Redeemer, bow thine Ear, 

Thy Juppliants* vows in pity hear ; 
Who, lejl the earth, through evil eye 
Of treacherous Fiend, jhould wajle and die. 
With mighty Love inJlinS, were made 
Th' expiring world's all-healing Aid : 
Who to the Crofs, that world to win 
From common Jlain of common Jin, 
From Virgin Shrine, a Virgin Birth, 
A fpotlefs ViSim ijuejl forth ; 
At vijion of Whoje Glory bright. 
At mention of WhoJe Name of Might, 




Angels on high and Fiends below 
In reverence or in trembling bow : 
Almighty Judge, to Thee we pray, 
Great Umpire of the lajl dread Day, 
ProteS us through th' unearthly fight 
With Armour of Celejlial Light. 



HANKS, and praije, and joy, and 
bleJTmg, 
Yield we. Lord, for thy dear Word ; 
There, the Key of Life pojfejfliing. 
Hear we all that Prophets heard, 

All that Sages 
Sought with eager Hope deferred* 

They with longing expeSation 
Hailed the Advent of their King : 

We receive that glad Salvation, 
And with joyous hearts we Jing — 

Alleluia ! 
Death in Him hath lojl its jling. 

But a Jecond Advent glorious 

We await, in faith Jincere : 
Hujhed be Satan's hojls uproarious 

When the blejfed Saints appear 
Round the Prefence, 

And our God de/cends to cheer. 




28 jantient 

Meantime prize we all exceeding 
Holy Scripture's Light and Grace ; 

God the Son, for Jinners bleeding, 
Shows therein His awful Pace. 

Bend to worjhip ; 
Him your All in all embrace. 



31 bnoto ^ou not. 

CHRIST the Vine with living Fruit, 
The twelvefold-fruited Tree of Life^ 
The Balm in Gilead after Jlrife, 
The valley Lily and the Rofe ; 

Stronger than Lebanon, Thou Root ; 

Sweeter than clujlered grapes, Thou Vine ; 

Bejl, Thou Vineyard of red Wine, 
Keeping Thy bejl Wine till the cloje. 

Pearl of great Price Thyfelf alone. 
And ruddier than the Ruby Thou ; 
Mojl precious lightning Jajper Stone, 
Head of the Comer fpurned before : 
Fair Gate of Pearl, Thyfelf the Door ; 
Clear golden Street, Thyfelf the Way ; 
By Thee we journey toward Thee now, 
Through Thee Jhall enter Heaven one day. 

1 thirjl for Thee, full Fount and Flood ; 
My heart calls Thine, as deep to deep : 
Dojl Thou forget Thy Sweat and Pain, 
Thy provocation on the Crofs ? 



*0 Kvpiog tfx^Toti. 29 

Heart-pierced for me, vouchfafe to keep 
The purchaje of Thy lavijhed Blood : 
The gain is Thine, Lord, if I gain ; 
Or if I lofe, Thine Own the lofs. 

At midnight (faith the Parable) 
A Cry was made, the Bridegroom came ; 
Thoje who were ready entered in : 
The rejl, Jhut out in death and Jhamc, 
Strove all too late that Feajl to win, 
Their die was cajl, and fixed their lot ; 
A gulph divided Heaven from Hell ; 
The Bridegroom Jaid — I know you not. 

But Who is This That Jhuts the door. 

And jaith — I know you not — to them ? 

I /ee the wounded Hands and Side, 

The Brow thorn-tortured long ago : 

Yea ; This Who grieved, and. bled, and died. 

This Same is He Who mujl condemn ; 

He called, but they refufed to know ; 

So now He hears dieir cry no more. 

*0 KvpiOg \fJ(fiTOH. 

HE Lord draws nigh, the righteous 

Throne's AJOfeJIbr, 
The jujl to fave, to punijh the tranf- 
grejflfor : 
Weep we, and mourn, and pray. 
Regardful of that Day ; 




30 anbent 

When all the fecrets of all hearts Jhall be 
Lit with the blaze of full Eternity. 

Clouds and thick darknejs o'er the Mount 

ajfembling, 
Mojes beheld th' Eternal's Glory, trembling : 
And yet, he might but fee 
God's feebler Majejly. 
And I — I needs mujl view His fullejl Face : 
O fpare me. Lord ; O take me to Thy Grace. 

David of old beheld, in Jpeechlejs terror, 
The Sejfliion of the Judge— the Doom of error : 

And what have I to plead 

For Mercy in my need ? 
Nothing jave this — Oh, grant me yet to be. 
Ere that Day come, renewed and true to Thee. 

Here, Fires of deep damnation roar and glitter ; 

The Worm is deathlefs, and the Cup is bitter : 
There, Day that hath no morrow, 
And Joy that hath no jbrrow : 

And who ]b blejl that he Jhall fly th' abyfs, 

Raijed up to God's Right Hand, and Jpeechlejs 
Blifs. 

My Soul with many an aS of jin is wounded : 
With mortal weakne/s is my frame furrounded : 

My life is well-nigh o'er : 

The Judge is at the door : 
How wilt thou, mijerable Spirit, fare. 
What time Hejends His Summons through the air? 




31 



%\iz aaiorln 1% groton oia* 

HE world is grown old, and her plea- 

jures are pajl ; 
The world is grown old, and her form 
may not lajl ; 
The world is grown old, and trembles for fear ; 
For jbrrows abound, and Judgement is near. 

The Sun in the Heaven is languid and pale ; 
And feeble and few are the fruits of the vale ; 
And the hearts of the nations fail them for fear, 
For the world is grown old, and Judgement is 
near. 

The King on his throne, the bride in her bower, 
The children of pleajure all feel the Jad hour ; 
The rojes are faded, and tajielejs the cheer, 
For the world is grown old, and Judgement is 
near. 

The world is grown old — but Jhould we complain. 
Who have tried her and know that her promije 

is vain ? 
Our heart is in Heaven, our home is not here, 
And we look for our Crown when Judgement is 

near. 




22 anient^ 



^atr(0 neCanHo Crimfne. 

HILE Adam's race fore wounded lay 
(O cruel Jire, thy fons to Jlay) 
In death's dark Jhade, all weak anc 
wan, 
Sate the dijhonoured race of man. 

O'er them the fecond Death had power, 
Them would eternal flames devour ; 
And them did forecajl of their fate, 
And dread of their jujl Judge, await. 

Alas ! alas ! of wreck [o fore, 
Who can the jhattered rent rejlore ? 
What hand of healing power be found 
To remedy jo grave a wound. 

Thou, Christ the Healer, Thou alone, 
O God, defcending from Thy Throne, 
Canjl in Thy Likenejs man renew ; 
Oh, then dejcend like morning-dew. 



pamn from ®fiee for etennore* 

ARTED from Thee for evermore. 

Parted, my God, from Thee, 
Never through all Eternity 
Thy blejjed Face to fee ; 




^amh from %^tt for evermore* 33 

Parted from Thee for evermore. 

Amid the damned to dwell. 
And hear Thy holy Name blajphemed — 

Is this the pain of Hell ? 

Parted from Thee for evermore, 

Parted, my God, from Thee, 
Oh, were it but th* undying worm. 

The endlejs Agony ; 
The rejllefs, ceafelejs, torturing pain 

That words can never tell, 
The torment and the hopelejQfnejs, 

It would not yet be Hell. 

Parted from Thee for evermore. 

Parted, my God, from Thee, 
Never to fpeak Thy glorious Praife, 

Never to bend the knee ; 
To feel Thy righteous Punijhment 

And Jlubbomly rebel 
Againjl the Lord Who died for me — 

Is this the pain of Hell ? 

Parted from Thee for evermore, 

Parted from Joys above. 
To give Thee curjings for Thy Gifts, 

And hatred for Thy Love ; 
Parted from Thee for evermore 

By pajQIions dire and fell. 
To hate Thee with unceajlng hate. 

This wUl indeed be Hell. 




34 jantent. 

d)e dUofce of one tjat crtessf. 

HE Voice of one that cries 
Along the wilds untrod — 
Prepare ye in the wildernejs 
A highway for our God. 

Be every valley raijed. 
And every hill made low, 
The crooked Jlraight, the rugged plain, 
For God hath willed it fo. 

The Glory of the Lord 
To all men Jhall appear ; 
His Word Jhall found throughout the world, 
And every nation hear. 

TBitsnantzm Ccmpfterna per CaecU 
fufceptura^ 

O welcome Him Who Jhall for ever reign, 
Let this devout ajfembly chaunt its 
highejl Jlrain, 
To its Divine Creator meekly raije 
Its fweet, harmonious tribute of exalted praije. 
Before Him all the Heavenly Hojls rejoice, 
And in His Face exulting lift their thankful voice; 

For Him all things of earth expectant wait. 
When all mankind to judge. He comes in awful 
State. 




%fit feon Df 9^an ^M tomu 35 

Strict in that Judgment will the Saviour be. 
Yet 'mid His boundlejs Power, His Mercy we 
Jhall fee. 

Oh, jave us, Jesu, by Thy Pity fure, 
Thou Who, to fave us, did'Jl mojl bitter things 
endure ; 

Raife us unto the clear, bright Jlars above. 
And from all Jlains of earth. Lord, cleanje us in 
Thy Love ; 

Free from all peril bid Thy Servants live. 
And Peace on all the earth to all the nations give. 

Here kept in fafety by Thy tender Care, 
Grant us in Heaven at lajl unending Joys to Jhare; 

There Thine Eternal Godhead to adore. 
Who reignejl over all, the Lord for evermore. 



Cge ^on of 9^an ttfM come* 

|HE Son of Man Jhall come 
With Angel-hojls around, 
'Mid darkening Sun and falling Stars, 
And Trumpet's jblemn jbund. 

Awake ! ye Jlumbering Souls, 
It is no time for rejl ; 
He comes, as comes the Lightning flajh, 
Shining from eajl to wejl. 

Thy Servants, Lord, prepare 
For that tremendous Day ; 




36 SLiAznu 

Fill every heart with watchful care, 
And Jlir us up to pray. 

Help us to wait the hour, 
In toil and holy Fear, 
When manifejled with Thy Saints, 
Thou jhalt again appear. 

Then, when the wailing earth 
Thy Sign in Heaven Jhall fee, 
Thou Jhalt fend forth Thy Angel-band 
To gather us to Thee. 



2Dft8f iffnalfe» 

ISE, O Lord, in all Thy Glory 

On the lajl and dreadful Day : 
Lo ! the lofty hills are hoary 
Trembling ere they melt away : 
Come to Judgment, come to Judgment, 
Let Thy Wheels no longer Jlay. 

Crajh on crajh of dijlant thunder 
Peals aloud from pole to pole : 

As in wrath they burjl afunder. 
And the Jkies together roll : 

Clothed in fackcloth, clothed in fackdoth, 

Withering like a parchment fcroU. 

Now the Univerfe in motion 
Sinks upon her funeral pyre — 




S>ltfi if CnaUsf. 37 

Earth dijfolving — and the ocean 

Vanijhing in final fire : 
Hark the Trumpet, hark the Trumpet 
Loud proclaims the Hour of Ire. 

Graves have yawned in countlefs numbers, 

From the dujl the dead arije ; 
Legions, out of Jllent Jlumbers, 

Wake in overwhelmed furprife : 
Where all Nature, where all Nature 
Wrecked and torn in ruin lies. 

Lo ! that lajl long Separation 

As the cleaving crowds divide, 
And one dread Adjudication 

Sends each Soul to either Jide : 
Lord of Mercy, Lord of Mercy, 
How Jhall I that Day abide ? 

Sign of Safety, Jee it lightning. 
Once the Crofs of crimjbn Jhame : 

And with Heavenly Lujlre brightening 
Thoje who fuffered in its Name : 

Mighty millions, mighty millions. 

Radiant with their wings of flame. 

Rife, O Lord, in all Thy Glory 
On Thine amaranthine Throne ; 

Thoufand thoufand worlds adore Thee 
From the centre to the zone : 

Hail ! Emmanuel, hail ! Emmanuel, 

Let our hearts be all Thine own. 



38 antjent 



fetatua HecretD 2DeK 




EEP hidden, by Divine Decree, 
In the dark womb of Dejliny, 
The long delaying Day appears. 
And Jhines through clouds of rolling 
years 
From the dejcending Sky. 

By crimes parental helplejs made, 
Where Adam's offspring wounded laid, 
And far within yon gloomy vale 
Sat lojl, in forrow's twilight pale. 
And Death's o'erhanging Jhade, 

That jecond Death of deathlejs Jhame— 
The Death of everlajling Flame ; 
While on the brow, by Terror writ. 
Did difmal ExpeSation fit 
At Judgment's awful name. 

Alas ! for downfall ]b profound 
Who Jhall bring Help ? whence Jhall abound 
Succour and Hope ? what hand Jhall be 
Meet for the mighty Remedy 
Of that o'erwhelming wound ? 

O Christ, 'tis Thou, 'tis Thou alone, 
Defcending from Thy Godhead's Throne, 
The tarnijhed lineaments once more 
To Thy lojl Image canjl rejlore. 
Thy children to Thy Bojbm own. 




Horti, are tjere feto tfiat 6e Catjrt ? 39 

Rain down, yc overhanging Jkies ; 
Lojl Earth looks up with yearning eyes. 
And when the Jujl One Jhall have come 
Into her long-expeSant womb, 
From her Salvation jhall arije. 



Horft, are tijere feto tfiat 6e CatjeH ? 

HETHER there many be, or few 
EleS the Heavenly Goal to win, 
Truly I know not — this I know. 
That none who march with foot- 
Jleps Jlow, 
That none who fight with hearts untrue. 
That none who Jerve with Jervice cold, 
Th' eternal City can behold, 
Or enter in. 

Whether there many be who thrive 
In their vajl juit for that vajl Love, 
Truly I know not — this I know. 
That Love lives not in outward Jhow, 
That but to feek is not to Jlrive, 

That thanklefs praijes, empty prayers. 
Can daim no bond for juit of theirs 
His Court to move. 

How long the door unfajlened now 
Shall open by His Grace remain. 
Truly I know not — this I know. 
If once that Grace ajlde He iVviow^ 



40 iSltitietit. 

No tear, no Jigh, no anguijhed vow, 

Gnajhing of teeth, wringing of hands. 
Shall draw the bolts and looje the bands 
Ever again. 

How long His Wrath may yet forbear, 

And Jheathe His Sword, and hide His Rod, 
Truly I know not — this I know, 
He points the arrows of His Bow, 
While fpeeds apace that night of fear. 
Of debt unpaid, of work undone, 
When Mercy, Pardon, Hope is nonC) 
Laid up with God. 

3 fleam a Uoice at tje Sl^atfn CfiCme^ 

HEARD a Voice at the Matin Chime, 
Like a Trumpet it jmote the dull ear 
of Time- 
Wake! Chrijlian,wake! unjeal thine 
eye. 
Far fpent is the night, the dawn is nigh ; 
I fee the bright and morning Star, 

Wax pale with its watching— up ! arm for war. 

* 

If men fpeak peace, believe them not. 

For the foeman is nigh, and his breath is hot ; 

Be Hope thy Jhield and Love like Death ; 

Take thejword of the Spir it, and helm of Faith ; 
Oh, who would fear the hottejl fight 
With a Leader like thine clad in arms of Light ? 





Ctttitforum JUtx iDmnfpDten^. 41 

That Voice fpeaks now as erjl it /pake, 
I hear it at morning, awake ! awake ! 
Awake ! awake ! Thy Leader is nigh, 
And He leadeth His Soldiers to vi3ory : 
What boot the counjels proud men take, 
If Christ be thy Captain ? awake ! awake ! 



Cuntforum HXtx iDmnfpDten^. 

HE Mighty One, the King of kings. 
The Lord of all created things. 
To fave the world from Satan's ban. 
Is come in likenejs of a Man. 

Lo ! He Who reigns with God Mojl High, 
Deigns in a Virgin's Womb to lie. 
And flejh of mortal men to wear 
That we immortal Life may Jhare. 

In deepejl night the nations lay : 
Now dawns on them the Light of day ; 
For now a Saviour comes to aid 
The people whom His Hand has made. 

He, Whom the Prophets fung of old, 
Whofe glorious Reign they all foretold. 
Full jbon His Glory Jhall reveal 
Our wounded, contrite hearts to heal. 




42 SLbi^znu 

(Ccce, tocat 9Deu0. 

OD calls you by His Voice of Might, 
His Love, His Wrath, His Depth, 

His Height ; 
He, by His Mercy, Jujlice, all 
Reiterates His loving Call- 
Still would He have your Souls retrace 
Your Jleps from death, to Life and Grace ; 
Still, while your lingering footjleps Jlay, 
His voiceful Call reproves delay. 

He calls you by His Angels, jent 

To breathe in you a kindlier bent ; 

He calls you by the Patriarchs old, 

To feek the Ark, His faving Fold ; 

Apojtles, Prophets, Pajlors, all 

Join in the loud entreative Call, 

From firjl and lajl, from mean and high — 

And who fo mean and lajl as I ? 

He calls you by His wondrous Might, 
And day repeats His Call to night ; 
Earthquake, and pejlilence, and flood. 
Speak to th' unwilling multitude ; 
He calls you by misfortunes, fent 
To lure your hearts from banijhment — 
Yea, jbmetimes by His lavijh Gifts 
And wealth, the humble heart He lifts. 

Yet fear ye this, the Day may come 
When thou wilt jeek to hajlen Home ; 



feurelj 3 come qufcH?. 43 

But Graces long neglefied rife 
In Judgment JlriS, and veil thine eyes: 
Thy voice is heard, but Jhivering fear 
Is all thy lot — God will not hear ; 
Too long dejpijed, too long delayed — 
Thy hour is come — thy Judgment weighed. 

Then, by the Love that Jesus bore, 
Rije from thy Jlumbers — Jleep no more : 
Thine everlajling Woe or Weal 
May crown this lajl and leajl appeal : 
Still while the day of Grace is here, 
Spring up in falutary fear ; 
Before God's Throne of Mercy bow, 
Lijt to His Call— but lijlen now. 

feurrf? 31 come quiclilp. 

*ER the dijlant Mountains breaking. 
Comes the reddening dawn of day, 
Rije, my Soul, from jleep awaking, 
Rije and jing, and watch and pray : 
•Tis thy Saviour 
On His bright returning Way. 

O Thou Long-expeSed, weary 
Waits mine anxious Soul for Thee, 

Life is dark, and earth is dreary 
Where Thy Light I do not fee ; 

O my Saviour, 
When wilt Thou return to me? 




44 SLt^ijtnu 

Long, too long, in Jin and Jadnefs, 

Far away from Thee I pine. 
When, Oh, when Jhall I the Gladnefs 

Of Thy Spirit feel in mine ? 
O my Saviour, 

When Jhall I be wholly Thine ? 

Nearer is my SouPs Salvation, 
Spent the night, the day at hand. 

Keep me in my lowly Jlation, 
Watching for Thee till I Jland, 

O my Saviour, 
In Thy bright and promifed Land. 

With my Lamp well trimmed and burning, 
Swift to hear, and Jlow to roam. 

Watching for Thy glad Returning 
To rejtore me to my Home, 
Come ! my Saviour, 
O my Saviour, quickly come ! 



^rope eft clarftuufnisf magnae SDfesaf. 

no ! now the bright and gladjbme Day 
draws nigh. 
Which raifed the poor weak Jons of 
men to Jit on high. 
For thus th' Eternal King our Blijs decreed, 
Bidding with wondrous Words the Angel bright 
to Jpeed — 
Go, to the Maid of Judah's Line declare, 




(Enocf) anti (Elta^^ 45 

That Jhe, a Virgin JlUl, a Heavenly Child Jhall 
bear. 
Forthwith the Virgin, as the Spirit willed, 
Unjlained, a Son conceived, and all our hopes 
fulfilled. 
Oh, mighty Love, which thus the Father 
Jhowed, 
Redemption hence, and Life, and Rejloration 
flowed. 
All things made new, the power of Death 
brought low, 
And that firjl Jin wiped out, whence fprang all 
mortal woe. 
Dark was the doom which Eve*s tranfgrejjion 
/ealed. 
But God a Medicine found, and all our wounds 
were healed. 



Cnocf) anti (Hiag. 

JHEY will appear 
When the brief moment of recruited life 
Sends them, as Heralds of the Avenger 
near. 

Into this Vale of Jlrife ; 
Meanwhile in Eden's mountain-grots they He, 
And hear the fourfold River as it hurries by. 

They hear it fweep 
In dijlancc down the dark and javage glen \ 




46 jantient. 

Safe from its rocky bed, and current deep, 

And eddying pools, till then ; 
They hear, and meekly mufe, as fain to k 
How long untired, unfpent that giant Strea 
flow. 

And jbothing /bunds 
Blend with the neighbouring waters as they 
Pojled along the haunted Garden's bound 

Angelic forms abide, 
Echoing, as words of watch, o'er lawn an( 
The verje of that Hymn which Seraphs chan: 



die &tar of (BlalineC^^ 



EB^Jfjn E watch to fee the Star of G 
^jra^lxl In holy triumph o'er the nigh 
With mightier promijes its 
begin 
Than Eden proffered to our parent's eyes 
Faith reaches forth to nobler energies : 
The Coming Babe a fairer realm Jhall 
Than Adam lojl ; with prayers we welc 
Th' Eternal Lord defcending from the SI 
God's chofen time let maiden hearts ad 
With wreaths of Mercy, box, and pine, ai 
Night now with moon more blejl Jhines wes 
A mighty nation fprung from the Newl 
Shall ri/e toHeaven's highPrincedoms and pr 
In fangs unjung before, Bkjt Je.su's Nam( 



47 




LORD, Who in Thy wondrous Love 
Didjl leave Thy glorious Throne above. 
Born to the cares and pains of earth 
To win for man his Heavenly birth — 

Thy Spirit's quickening Power impart, 
Till Thou art formed within each heart ; 
Dwell in Thy Blood-bought Church, and Jlill 
With Life Thy myjlic Body fill. 

The night hath waned ; the Day is near, 
The Day when Jesus Jhall appear ; 
Oh, be our lamps with oil well Jlored, 
That we may meet our Coming Lord. 

Hail we with praife and holy mirth 
The Advent of His lowly Birth, 
Then Jhall we wait with joy and love 
His glorious Adveltit from above. 




Slt% toajS i(t Hoc!) utiCre Zett. 



H ! what is human life below ? 
A pajjing Jhow — 
Wind, vapour, jmoke, a fleeting Jhade ; 
Man's Jhort exijlence /wiftly flown. 
He is cut down. 



48 antjenu 

As by the fcythe the fpringing blade ; 
Our years roll on and make no Jlay — 
Conjider, Man, thy latter Day. 

Man's days are like to fragile glajs, 

Or fading grafs. 
Or flower whoje petals jbon are Jlrewn ; 
E'en he who boajls of matchlejs Jlrength, 

Sinks down at length, 
When Death's cold breath has o'er him blown i 
Our years roll on, and make no Jlay — 
Conjider, Man, thy latter Day. 

Youth, whofe frejh bloom we may compare 

To rojes fair, 
Mujl pale, and all its charms forego ; 
All Jplendour, beauty, pomp, or Jlate, 

Which men high rate. 
Shall be ere long by Death laid low : 
Our years roll on, and make no Jlay — 
Conjider, Man, thy latter Day. 

Man is the mark at which take aim, 

As in a game, 
The darts which Death unerring plies ; 
Though, like tall Cedar fair outjpread, 

He lift his head, 
Fell'd down by Death, he lifelefs lies : 
Our years roll on and make no Jlay — 
Conjider, Man, thy latter Day. 



&anttae ^non atirunt (CncaenCa^ 49 

Death is the lot that mujl befall 
Both great and fmall ; 
Then banijh trivial cares of earth ; 
In thought beyond the things of time 

Thou now muJl climb. 
If thou wilt win immortal birth : 

Our years roll on, and make no Jlay — 
Conjider, Man, thy latter Day. 

And let thy heart oft contemplate 

The Heavenly State, 
Where is no death, no grief, no pain : 
Chrijlian, thy frequent thought employ, 

On Heavenly Joy, 
Wouldjl thou at length that Joy obtain : 
Our years roll on, and make no Jlay — 
Conjider, Man, thy latter day. 



&anttae ^pon atiCunt Cncaenfa. 

OLY Sion*s Feajl is fpread : 
Lo ! to-day the Church is wed. 
Robe of Grace bcfeems her well. 
Sweet and loud the organs fwell. 
Drops like dew God's gracious Ruth, 
Drops like rain His Heavenly Truth. 
Lo ! the Bridegroom, Mary*s Son, 
Healing Grace for earth has won, 
Bringing, as the bridal Dower, 
All the Spirit's /evenfold Power. 




50 atitjenn 

The Life-giving Feajl is fpread — 
He, the Lamb once offered — 
While the Sire, the Heavenly King 
Bids His Own with welcoming : 
Abel, jpotlejs raiment wearing ; 
Noah, GoD*s jujl Wrath declaring. 
BleJJing once again the Feajl 
Sits Melchifedec the Priejl. 
Abraham brings his tried Sincerity, 
Ijaac Hope, and Jacob Charity ; 
Mojes, with his Glory rayed ; 
Jojhua, who the Sun's courje Jlayed. 
Youthful David jmites the foe ; 
Royal David's jweet Pjalms flow. 
Joined the Law and Prophets jland 
By the GojpePs golden band. 
O'er earth and Heaven His Blejjings fall, 
His Fullnejs, Who is All in All. 



Si a^ftimfflit l^jmn ot tje (Kreefi CJurci 



EHOLD ! the Bridegroom cometh in t 

middle of the niorhf. 



) thou, my Soul, beware, beware, lejl thou in Jleep 

Jink down, 
jl thou be given o'er to Death, and loje the golden 

Crown ; 
It fee that thou be Jbber, with watchful eyes, 

and thus 
y — Holy, Holy, Holy God, have Mercy upon 

us. 

lat Day, the Day of Fear, jhall come; my Soul, 

Jlack not thy toil, 
it light thy Lamp, and feed it well, and make 

it bright with oil ; 
ho knowejl not how Joon may Jbund the Cry 

at eventide — 
ihold the Bridegroom comes. Arije ! Go forth 

to meet the Bride, 

!ware, my Soul ; take then good heed, lejl thou 

in Jlumber lie, 
id, like the Five, remain without, and knock, and 

vainly cry ; 
It watch, and bear thy Lamp undimmed, and 

Christ jhall gird thee on 
Is ownbrightWedding-robe of Light — the Glory 

of the Son. 




52 iantent 



%^t Call of tfie Cfirfttfan ^flstimfi^ 

OME ! for the Lord hath called us, 
Called us the world to forjake. 
Called us to come to Himjelf, 

Called us His Joys to partake ; 
Let us up and away 
While ft yet is the day. 
While we yet have the light» 
Ere the darknejs and night. 

Come ! for the Lord hath called us. 

What jhould we tarry for here ? 
Sicknefs and grief furround us, 

Death and the cold grave are near ; 
Let us up and away. 
Why, oh, why jhould we Jlay 
Amid forrow and fears 
In this valley of tears ? 

Come ! for the Lord hath called us,. 

Called us to make us all free, 
Called us to come to His Courts, 
Called us His Children to be ; 
Let us up and away 
And like children obey ; 
*Tis our Father doth fpeak, 
*Tis our Home that we jeek. 



9Dfe0 flla, MtH WLitaz. 53 

Come ! for the Lord hath called u^, 
Us whom His Mercy hath bought. 
Let us not linger madly 

Counting His Sacrifice nought ; 
Let us up and away, 
Lejl His Love we gainjay. 
And His Anger full /ore 
Cloje againjl us the door. 

Mtg nia, 9Dfe0 WLitat. 

HO ! the Day— the Day of Life, Day of 
unimagined Light, 
Day when Death itfelf /hall die— and 
there Jhall be no more night, 
^adily that Day approacheth, when the Jujl jhall 

find their rejl, 
hen the wicked ceaje from troubling, and the 
Patient reign mojl blejl* 

: the King dejlred for ages, by the JuJl expeSed 

long; 
ng implored, at length He hajleth, cometh with 

Salvation Jlrong. 
i, how pajl all utterance happy, fweet and Joyful 

it wUl be 
hen they who, Unfeen, have loved Him, Jesu3 

Face to face Jhall fee. 

that Day, how good and pleajant, this poor 
world to have dejpijed ; 



54 antient. 

And how mournful^ and how bitter, dear t1 

world to have prized : 
Blejfedy then, earth's patient mourners, v 

Christ have toiled and died, 
Driven by the world's rough prejjure in thoj 

Jions to abide. 

There Jhall be no Jighs or weeping, not a Jl 

doubt or fear. 
No old age, no want or ' jbrrow, nothing 

lacking there : 
There the Peace will be unbroken, deep and 

Joy be Jhed ; 
Youth in fadelefs flower and frejhnefs, ai 

vation perfeSed. 

What will be the Blifs and Rapture none car 

and none can tell, 
There to reign among the Angels, in that He 

Home to dwell. 
To thoje Realms, Jujl Judge, oh call me, d 

open that blejl Gate, 
Thou Whom, Jeeking, looking, longing, 

eager Hope await. 




PART II. 

C{)e 3[ncarnatton. 

THE JNNUNCIATION AND NATIVITT 
OF OUR BLESSED LORD. 

Mlir Oitffen tifr, ImmanueU 

E Jing to Thee, Emmanuel, 
The Prince of Life, Salvation^s 
Well, 
jg The Plant of Heaven, the Star pf 
Morn, 
The Lord of Lords, the Virgin-bom. 

All glory, worjhip, thanks, and praije, 
That Thou art come in thefe our days ; 
Thou Heavenly Guejl expeSed long, 
We hail Thee with a joyful Jong. 

For Thee, Jince firjl the world was made. 
Men's hearts have waited, watched, and prayed ; 
Prophets and Patriarchs, year by year, 
Have longed to fee Thy Light appear. 




56 ^fie 3|ncarnatfon. 

O GoD — they prayed — from Sion rife. 
And hear Thy captive People's cries ; 
At length, O Lord, Salvation bring, 
Then Jacob Jhall rejoice and Jing. 

Now Thou, by Whom the world was made, 
Art in Thy Manger-cradle laid ; 
Maker of all things great, art fmall. 
Naked Thyfelf, though clothing all. 

Thou, Who both Heaven and earth dojljway. 
In jlrangers' Inn art fain to Jlay ; 
And though Thy Power makes Angels blejl, 
Dojl Jeek Thy Food from human Breajl, 

Encouraged thus, our love grows bold 
On Thee to lay our Jleadfajl hold ; 
The Crofs which Thou didjl undergo 
Has vanquijhed Death and healed our woe. 

Thou art our Head — then Lord, of Thee 
True, living Members we will be ; 
And, in the Strength Thy Grace Jhall give. 
Will live as Thou wouldjl have us live. 

As each Jhort year goes quickly round, 
Our Alleluias jhall rejbund ; 
And when we reckon years no more. 
May we in Heaven Thy Name adore. 




57 



jIHE Wonder-working Mafler 

Once deigned His Race to fave. 
When dry land for His People 
He made the Red Sea wave : 
Now bom for us, all willing. 
Of Maiden pure and jweet. 
The path to Heavenly Manjions 
He opens to our feet. 

The Bu/h unbumed mojl truly 

Portrays the holy Womb, 
Whence fprung the Word Incarnate 

To looje the ancient doom, 
And all the bitter forrows 

Of Eva's curje to Jlay, 
The Word, Who hither wended 

Our Jin to do away. 

To Him, with God the Father 

In Subjlance truly One, 
One with mankind, from all men 

Be laud for ever done : 
God to our human nature. 

To our mortality 
In form conjoined, we worjhip. 

And Him we glorify. 



58 ^]be3|ncatnat(om 

Thee, Word of God Eternal, 

Who wert before the /un, 
The Star Jhowed to the Magi, 

A poor and jufFering One : 
Thee, jwaddled in a Manger, 

They jaw with glad accord, 
And hailed Thee with rejoicing. 

True Man, and yet the Lord. 

?laetart! i^uerpera* 

IRGIN Mother, oh, rejoice ! 

Glad and honoured is thy Womb, 
Where the Son of God Himfelf 
Deigns our nature to ajfume : 
Joy be to thy fruitful Breajl, 

For the Son of God lies there ; 
Very God, a Human Child, 
Is thy high and holy care. 

He, the Father's Only Son, 

And by Whom all things were made, 
Helplejs, clothed in mortal flejh, 

In thy tender arms is laid : 
He in Heaven is the Source 

Whence the joy of Angels flows, 
Here on earth, an Infant Weak, 

Thirjl and hunger both He knows. 

There He rules o'er all that are. 
Here He doth His Mother's will ; 




SI bonnet on t^t i^atftft?^ 59 

There He gives His high Commands^ 
Here commands He doth fulfil ; 

There on highejl Throne He Jits 
Far above the vaulted Jkies, 

Here enwrapped in /waddling clothes 
In a Manger low He lies. 

Mortal, think upon thefe things. 

Study well the depth to know 
Of the all-embracing Love 

Which theje wondrous LejQfonsjhow: 
Of Forgivenejs be not hopelejs, 

Though thou mayjl have jinned much, 
When the proofs of Love are many. 

When the proofs of Love are juch. 

Seek the Blejfed Fount and Source 

Whence Indulgence flows to all. 
And before the Saviour's Feet 

In confiding meeknejs fall — 
Jesu, on the erring look. 

All the wanderers rejlore. 
And amid Thy Hojls redeemed 

Set them Jafe for evermore. 



Si feonnet on t^t i^atifiit^ 

O hang transfixed upon the bitter Crofs, 
To bear Thy bleeding Brows all 

pierced with thorn, 
For frail man's glory to abide foul 
/corn, 




6o ^fie 3ttcarnariotu 

And for his gain to welcome deepejl lojs — 
This was a Hero's Deed. But to be bom 

In fuch poor abjefi lodging, fuch fcant room, 
A doorlejs Jhed in icy blajls forlorn. 

So low to jloop. Who from fuch height didjl come — 
Oh, what a choice was this, my Sovran Lord ? 

What Strength did Godhead to Thy Cradle lend 

To bear that outrage of cold winter's breath ? 
Not more Thy bloody Sweat, or Body gored : 
For greater far the dijlance to defcend 

From God to Man, than from poor Man to Death. 

^Iie a^anffet'-tEi^rone. 

IKE jilver lamps in a dijlant /hrine 
The Jlars are jparkling clear and 
bright ; 
The bells of the City of God ring out, 
For the Son of Mary was born to-night ; 
The gloom is pajl, and the mom at lajl 
Is coming with orient Light. 

Never fell melodies half fo fweet 
As thoje which are filling the Jkies ; 

And never a Palace Jhone half /o fair 

As the Manger-bed where our Saviour lies ; 

Nor night in the year is half fo dear 
As this, which has ended our Jighs. 

Now a new Power has come on the earth, 
A match for the armies of Hell : 




Juhtttmui &al6atort 6i 

A Child is bom Who Jhall conquer the Foe, 
And all the Spirits of wickednefs quell : 

For Mary's Son is the Mighty One 
Whom the Prophets of God foretell. 

The Jlars of Heaven Jlill Jhine as at flrjl 
They gleamed on this wonderful night ; 

The bells of the City of God peal out, 

And the Angels' Jong Jlill rings in the height ; 

And Love Jlill turns where the Godhead bums, 
Veiled in the Flesh from flejhly Jight 

Faith fees no longer the Stable-iloor, 
The Pavement of fapphire is there ; 

The clear Light of Heaven Jlreams out to the world ; 
And Angels of God are crowding the air ; 

And Heaven and earth, through the Jpotlejs Birth, 
Are at peace on this night Jo fair. 

3|ubntmtt0 &altdtorf« 

N her Lord His Church rejoices. 
Whom the hojl of Heavenly voices 

Welcome to His earthly Throne : 
Peace from Heaven their Jong reciteth. 
Earth to Heaven it reuniteth. 
Church with Angels now are one. 

To the Flejh the Word is chained. 
As it had been fore-ordained : 
Unapproached by mortal man, 




62 ^lie incarnation* 

Bears a Virgin God's own Temple, 
Nor Exemplar nor Exemple 
Having Jince the worlds began. 

*Tis a Marvel pajl difceming, 
That the Bufh with Fire is burning, 

Yet the Bujh It not confumes : 
Dews the Jkies give, mijls the mocmtains, 
Melt the clouds, the hills are fountains. 

And the Root of Jejfe blooms. 

From the Root the Flower up-groweth. 
As the Oracle forejhoweth 

Filling the rapt Seer with Joy : 
JeJJe*s Root was David's Pattern, 
So the Rod the Virgin Matern, 

And its Flower her Heavenly Boy. 

Where is gladnejs more abounding ? 
Where the plummet deep for jbunding 

Such abyjmal Myjlery ? 
Here is theme for endlejs wonder ; 
Saints and Angels, praijing, ponder — 

God an Infant deigns to be ! 

Every charm the Flower attendeth : 
It to inner fenje commendeth 

Seven-fold Grace's rich perfume : 
Let us in this Flower delight us, 
To the Feajl which doth invite us 

With Its fair and fragrant Bloom. 




IBtfore tie paling of t^t &tarjs* 4^63 

Jesu, Branch that Jhall not wither, 
May the day which brought Thee hither, 

Bring Thy People Joy and Peace : 
Flower and Fruit of Virgin culture. 
Vital in Thy brief Sepulture, 

Never Jhall Thy Praijes ceaje. 

IBefore t^z paling: of tl^e &tac0- 

EFORE the paling of the Jlars, 

Before the winter morn, 

Before the earliejl cockcrow, 

Jesus Christ was bom : 

Bom in a Stable, 

Cradled in a Manger, 
In the world His Hands had made 
Born a Stranger. 

Priejl and King lay fajl ajleep 

Injerujalem, 
Young and old lay fajl ajleep 

In crowded Bethlehem : 
Saint and Angel, ox and ajs. 

Kept a watch together 
Before the Chrijlmas daybreak 

In the winter weather. 

Jesus on His Mother's breajl 

In the Stable cold, 
Spotlefs Lamb of God was He, 

Shepherd of the Fold: 




64 %%t ineamatfom 

Let us kneel with Mary Maid, 
With Jofeph bent and hoary, 

With Saint and Angel, ox and afs, 
To hail the King of Glory. 



^ fcentit Halle Selle^ 

REAT King, from Heaven's h 
Throne defcending low. 
In Bethlehem's jlable bom in co 
woe. 

Thou Jhiverejl in a Manger, Babe Divine, 
Much hajl Thou borne for Jins : howmuchfor 

The world's Creator Thou, our God Ador 
Thou fufferejl cold and want, O Humbled I 
Dear Chofen Child, when Love transforms 

For Thee my heart the more with Lovejhall 

In Joy repojing on Thy Father's Breajl, 
How can a couch of Jlraw afford Thee rejl 
Sweet Love, thus pained, inflame my frozen 
Jesus, to me Thy purejl Love impart. 

If thus to fuffer was Thy gracious Will, 
Yet, Loving Saviour, let me ajk Thee Jli] 
What could Thy blifsful Soul to fuffering i 
Thou weepejl, not for grief, ah no ! for Lo 



%^t 2&frt|i of tfie C|rfSfdn'0 SDap. 65 

Thou grievejl, after all Thy Love, to fee 
Thyfelf fo little loved, O God, by me : 
Yet, if the pajl fo little love has /hown, 
I love Thee now, O Jesus, Thee alone. 

Thou jleepejl. Holy Infant, but Thou art 
For us Jlill wakeful in Thy tender Heart : 
Tell me, O Beauteous Lamb, fay what may be 
Thy Thoughts ? I hear Thee lifp— To die for 
Thee. 



%it Bfrtfi Of t^t C|rfSfan'0 9Da^ 

PIRIT of Midnight— bounding with 
happinefs. 
Herald the joy of the Saviour's Ray; 
Shout through Eternity's region of 
Blejfednefs, 
Hail to the birth of the Chrijlian's Day I 

Spirit of Morning — fond lips are greeting thee — 
Beam as thou didjl, on the Shepherds of old ; 

Light with thy kindlinefs,bofoms nowmeeting thee. 
Shine in tliy might, but with Mercy enrolled. 

Spirit of Noontide— comfort dijlilling. 

Warm the lone hearts of the defolate poor ; 

Brood o'er the dwellings that forrow is chilling ; 
Hearts that are mournful, to happinefs lure. 
F 




66 'arje incarnation* 

Spirit of Evening— link into Unity 
Hearts that are met round the hearths 
home, 

Fetter the chains in the fires of Eternity, 
Firm and untouched wherefoever they i 

Spirit of Midnight — ^/eajbns may fever, 
Ere thou returnejl, whence thou*rt fleetin 

Friends of the bofom now neJUing togethc 
Warm in the fmiles that thy features d 

Grant, ere thou poifejl thy fluttering wing 

Thy Coming may find us unaltered to /in 
Hail to the birth of the Chrijlian's Daj 



%nx tft orta (]5entfUbus(« 

LORY to God! Wewereinbitt 
We jate in darknejs long an 
days, 
But now our Light is come, th 
indeed, 
And we may rife and Jhine with kindre 
The God-Man condefcends for man's af( 
The Guiltlefs drinks guilt's woes to woi 
ending. 

O myjlic Gift of God Omnipotent ! 

O happinefs for man, mojl deep, mojl c 
This is no theme for fubtle argument, 

No lore of earth hath lot or portion her< 




aDormf! iF(W,tionnf! 67 

That the Great God /hould fo abased be— 
We /peak, we cannot Jearch^ the Myjlery, 

The Dew of God is on the parched Fleece, 
The japlejs Rod blooms with immortal Flowers, 

The Virgin bears a Son, our utter Peace, 
Nor knows pollution in her travail's hours ; 

We. cannot jpeak that Birth ; we but confefs 

Mojl great the Myjlery of Godlinejs, 

Though it may chance the Jhipmen toil in rowing 
With maiiy a wreck far jlrewn on either hand, 

There is a Star above the waters glowing. 

There is an Ark which Jights the Pleafant Land, 

There is a Door of Life fet wide, which none 

Can open to lorn Souls, can jhut, fave.One. 

O not with obfervation came He then 
Into our world, but foon the day Jhall be 

When with great Glory He /hall come again 
With all His Saints, and every eye Jhall fee 

Him whom they pierced. When we meet Thee 
thus 

Let there be Mercy, O our God, on us. 

SDomtf! iFilf^tiormi! 

USH ! the Virgin's Song is ringing 

Through the lowly Manger's /hed, 
Jofeph's voice the chorus fmging 

O'er their Glorious Infant's b^d — 




68 C5e 3ntarnat(ott* 

Oft-rcpeatcd Lays, full of Thy fwcet Praijc, 
Dearejl Babe» our love Jhall raije. 

Sleep ! my Child, for in the Manger 

Softejl hay beneath Thee lies ; 
Loveliejl Infant, here no danger 

Can Thy precious Life Jurprife. 

Sleep ! my Child, my Crown, my Beauty, 
Lulled with nefiar from my Breajl ; 

Sleep ! whiljl jweet Maternal duty 
Watches o*er Thy balmy rejl. 

Sleep ! my Child, [o full of Sweetnefs, 

Sweeter than the honey-comb ; 
Sleep ! my Joy, my life's Completenejs, 

Offspring of my Virgin Womb. 

Sleep ! my Child, and I will render 

To Thy Wi/hes full fupply ; 
Thy dear Mother's Pleafure, tender 

As the apple of her eye. 

Sleep ! my Child, my heart's jble Treajure, 
Giving Joy which fears not death ; 

Angels feem to whifper pleafure 
When I hear Thy jleeping Breath. 

Sleep ! my Child ; Thy Mother /inging 
Lulls Thee now to calm repofe ; 

Jofeph's voice refponjive ringing 
Softly as the chorus flows. 



I^er i^dtu0 in Betliletiem. 69 

Sleep ! my Child, for I am pouring 

Roje and violet on Thy bed : 
Hyacinths bejlrew Thy flooring ; 

Lilies lie around Thy Head. 

Sleep ! my Child ; were Minjlrels needed, 
I would fend for Bethlehem's Swains ; 

Never are their fongs unheeded, 
None can waken holier jlrains : 

Oft-repeated Lays, full of Thy fweet Praife, 

Dearejl Babe, our love /hall raife. 

t^uer natuj$ fn Bet^le^em^ 

CHILD is bom in Bethlehem 
And Joyful is Jerujalem. 

He lies within a lowly Jlall, 
The King Who reigneth over all. 

The ox and ajs beheld that fight. 

And knew Him for the Lord of Might. 

The Wife Men hajlen to their King, 
And Gold, and Myrrh, and Incenfe bring. 

Sprung from no mortal father, He 
Is bom of pure Virginity. 

Unwounded by the ferpent's tooth. 
He comes to us a Man in footh. 

Like to the flejh man dwelleth in, 
But all unlike to man in Jin. 





70 'arSeJntarnatCDm 

That He might bring our mortal race 
Back to the Image of His Pace. 

Now upon this, His Natal-day, 
Blefs we our Infant Lord alway. 



ilVE! Maria: 

Thou hajl jmiled 
O'er the Cradle of thy Son ; 
Whiljl eajlern Monarchs 
Their treafures piled, 
To hail in its beauty, pure and mild, 
Redemption's work begun : 
Yes, thou hajl jmiled ; 
By that happy hour 

When Angels Jang, 
And Judah's Flower 

From Its fair Stem fprang. 
Heaven gaze on us in our hours of Joy, 
As the Mother jmiled on her Heavenly Boy. 

Ave ! Maria : 
Thou hajl wept 
O'er the Grave of thy Glorious Son ; 
While Roman Warders 
Their night-watch kept, 
Where the Child of our Heavenly Father jlept 
When His mortal Race was run : 



3|n i^ataU SDominf. 

Yes, thou hajl wept ; 
By that darknejs of grief 

Around her fpread 
As /he mourned like a leaf 
When its flower lies dead, 
May love like hers, in deep dijlrejs, 
Be fountain of our wildernefs. 



3|n i^atalf 3DomCnf. 

N the Birthday of the Lord 
Angels Joy in glad accord, 
And they /ing in jweetejl tone- 
Glory be to God alone. 
God is bom of Maiden fair, 
Mary doth the Saviour bear, 
Mary Ever-pure, 

Thefe good news an Angel told 
To the Shepherds by their fold. 
Told them of the Saviour's Birth, 
Told them of the Joy for earth. 

Bom is now Emmanuel, 
He, announced by Gabriel, 
He, Whom Prophets old attejl, 
Cometh from His Father's Breajl. 

Bora to-day is Christ the Child, 
Bom of Mary undeiiled^ 




72 ^fiejncdrnatfom 

Of no feed of mortal bom, 
He hath raifed to-day our horn, 

Wije Men, coming to adore» 
Gold and Myrrh and Incenje bore 
To the King and Lord we own ; 
Glory be to God alone. 

God is born of Maiden fair, 
Mary doth the Saviour bear, 
Mary Ever-pure. 



HE Moon that now is Jhining 
In jkies fo blue and bright. 
Shone ages Jince on Shepherds 
Who watched their flocks by nig 
There was no found upon the earth, 

The azure air was Jlill, 
The Jheep in quiet clujlers lay, 
Upon the grajfy hill. 

When lo ! a white winged Angel 




%it 9^oon tfiat note in Qjfnfnff. 73 

When fuddenly in the Heavens 

Appeared an Angel-band 
(The while in reverent wonder 

The Syrian Shepherds jland) 
And all the bright Hojl chanted 

Words that Jhall never ceaje — 
Glory to God in the Highejl, 

On earth Good-will and Peace. 

The Vi/ion in the Heavens 

Faded, and all was Jlill, 
And the wondering Shepherds left their flocks 

To feed upon the hill : 
Towards the blejjed City 

Quickly their courje diey held. 
And in a lowly jlable 

Virgin and Child beheld. 

Bejide a humble Manger 

Was the Maiden-Mother mild» 
And in her arms her Son Divine, 

A New-born Infant, fmiled. 
No Jhade of future Sorrow 

From Calvary then was cajl ; 
Only the Glory was revealed. 

The Suffering was not pajl. 

The Eajlem Kings before Him knelt. 

And rarejl Offerings brought ; 
The Shepherds worjhipped and adored 

The Wonders God had wrought : 



74 Clie Jntarnatfott^ 

They jaw the Crown for IfraePs King, 
The future's glorious part : 

But all thefe things the Mother kept 
And pondered in her heart 



iievtrov 'TTfog vfjLVOvg, oIkbtZv BVBoy^Ti 




END to our hymns, Redeemer ; 
The Foe's high brow bring lo^ 
Thou from on High beholdejl 
Each /in which works our woe. 
Yet us, Thine Own, mojl Holy, 

Who Jledfajlly believe. 

Thy Minjlrels, truly faithful, 

Thyjelf in Love receive. 

The band of herdfmen chofen 

The jlrange new Jight to fee. 
Was troubled at beholding 

The wondrous Myjlery : 
The Offspring of a Maiden, 

Incarnate without jeed, 
This, this the pajjing Marvel 

No human mind can read. 

O jight all unaccujlomed. 

Their Monarch, Christ the Lord, 
They fee by tuneful Cohorts 

Of Seraphim adored ; 



C5e 9^?fftr? of tfie 3|ntarnatfon. ys 

In tender Loving-kindnejs 

He comes, Who rules the Jky, 
And bom of Maid unwedded, 

Fulfils His Promife high. 

Erewhile without a Body^ 

The Essence Flejh was mad^. 
The Word took matter to Him 

From Mary, Jlainlefs Maid : 
That to Himfeif, us Jinners, 

The guilty jbns of men. 
Fallen chiefs of His Creation, 

He might draw back again. 



die 9^?Ser? of t^e Jncarnatfom 

MAIDEN in thy lowly Bower, 
Though jpotlefs as a new-bom flower. 
Well may thy Spirit Jink with fear 
Such wondrous diings to fee and hear. 

Thrice blejl indeed, beyond all thought. 
The chofen Shrine thy Maker fought 
When coming from His Mercy-feat 
Th* etemal Purpofe to complete ; 

That God and Man might be in One — 
The Word the Sole-begotten Son — 
While Hojls of Heaven in mute amaze 
And Jilent adoration gaze. 




76 %%t Jncamatfom 

Hail ! Mary, Mother undefiled. 
We love thee for thy Holy Child ; 
We love thee for thy Jlainlejs Life, 
Mojl pure and Ever-Virgin Wife. 

We love thee, and we blejs thy name. 
And fain oar breajls would feel the flame 
Of Love adoring and Divine 
Thou barejl to our Lord and thine. 

And though unworthy of the leajl 
Of all Thy Mercies, King and Priejl, 
Yet Thou, perchance, wilt deign one day 
Not far from Thee to let us Jlay. 



iD tec faecuniiias() o m iummafS^ 

|HRICE Joyful night, 

With Blejmgs dight. 
Which jaw the Saviour's Birth ; 

From Heaven high 
My God is nigh 
To calm the woes of earth. 

When Eve's fad fall 

Had, like a pall, 
Enjhrouded all our race. 

As Man He came. 

For man to claim 
A Light for earth's dark face. 




^avii ! Jearti je not tje jantfent &ter ? 77 

Th' eternal Light 

The Godhead Bright 
In Jwathing bands they fold ; 

The King of all 

In lowly jlall 
The ox and ajs behold. 

Th' Almighty Word 

Whom Hojls adored 
A Silent Infant lay ; 

The Sun grows old, 

Its beam falls cold ; 
What mean thejc Marvels ? Say ! 



^arli ! fiearo nt not t(e ancfent &ttv ? 

ARK ! heard ye not the ancient Seer, 
While thus the wondrous promife 
ran— 
A Virgin /hall conceive, and bear 
A Son, Emmanuel, God with man ? 
Hark ! hear ye not the Angel bring 

His anjwering MeJJage from the Sky — 
Hail ! Virgin blejl, from whom /hall fpring 
A Son, the Son of God mo/l High ? 

O Thou, Who did/l not Jcom below. 
The Son of Man, with us to dwell, 

And us Thy Father's Glory /how. 
The Son of God, Emmanuel : 





78 ^fieHncarnatfotu 

Thou, for our fake Incarnate made. 

Thy Godhead, lo ! with faith we own, 

Or in a Servant's Form arrayed, 

Or Partner of Thy Father's Throne. 



iD i^ox tel metiio fplettHfor Hfe^ 

LL Hail ! thou Night, than day more 
bright, 
Through whoje myjlerious jhade, 
In wondrous Birth, arofe on earth. 
From Bofom of pure Maid, 
The Sun new-born, a Star of mom, 
Filling the world with Light. 

He, Who alone, from Heaven's high Throne, 

Rules all, and doth rejlore 
To God's Embrace man's fallen race. 

Lies on a cottage floor — 
Like Him that we, jave poverty. 

Have nought to call our own. 

While o'er their jheep cloje watch they keep, 

Thofe Shepherds firjl receive 
The Heavenly Call, that doth to all 

Great Joy and Gladnejs give ; 
The Call from Heaven, to watchmen given. 

That wake and never Jleep. 




79 



Co C^rfff t^e Horn. 

O Christ the Lord, 

Th* Incarnate WoRb, 
Who left for us His Father's Throne, 

Put off His Crown, 
To earth came down, 
And lived amongjl us as our own, 
The praifes of our lives belong ; 
Accept, O Lord, both lives and Jong. 

To Him who lay, 

As on this day, 
Low in His Manger-bed on earth, \ 

The Holy Child 

Who, Undeflled, 
Was bom to give us fecond Birth, 
The praifes of our lives belong ; 
Accept, O Lord, both lives and fong. 

His Name be blejl, 

Who, from His Rejl, 
Came down to juffer for us here. 

Our Jins to bear. 

Our griefs to /hare. 
To /hed, and dry the mourner's tear. 
To Him our lives and praije belong ; 
Accept, O Lord, both lives and Jong. 



8o ^iie 3|ncacnation« 

Glory and Love 

To God above 
Be ever in the Highejl given, 

Good-will to men 

Below, and then 
Peace, endlefs Peace, 'twixt earth and Heaven \ 
Our lives, our praife to Christ belong ; 
Accept, O Lord, both lives aud jbng. 

"Xfie ^olp Cfltltl CfltfS. 

ING the Holy Child Christ, 

True Eternal Lord ; 
Bom a Helplefs Infant, 
He the Incarnate Word. 
Hajle we to the Manger 

Where in jwathing bands 
He lies, the whole creation 
Holding in His Hands. 

Lo ! the homed cattle 

Stand around His bed. 
While on Mary's Bofom 

Rejls that little Head- 
That Head, which men hereafter 

Shall in bitter fcorn, 
With many a taunting gejlure. 

Bind about with thorn. 

Child, to Whom all nations 
Bending Jhall be brought. 





Child, Who our Salvation 
Wondroujly hajl wrought, 

To Thee we bring our carols 
At this holy Tide, 

When flrjl to Jew and Gentile 
Heaven was opened wide. 



I^eu! j^ufti faced ^tabulo ? 

WATHED, and feebly waUing, 

Wherefore art Thou laid 
. All Thy Glory vailing 
In the Manger's Jhade ? 
King, and yet no royal 

Purple decks Thy Breajl ; 
Courtiers mute and loyal 
Bend not o'er Thy Rejl. 

Sinner, here I fought thee, 

Here I made My Home, 
All My Wealth I brought thee. 

Vile am I become ; 
All thy lojs redrejjing 

On My Birthday morn. 
Give My Godhead's BleJJing 

In a Jlable bom. 

Thoufand, thoujand praijes, 
Jesu, for Thy Love, 



82 ^t Jntarnatfotu 

Whfle my Spirit gazes 
With the Hojl above ; 

Glory in the Highejl 

For Thy wondrous Birth, 

Lowly where Thou liejl, 
Peace and Love on earth. 



^aec flla Colemnf^ 9Dfe0^ 

j|HIS is the fejlal Light, 
Salvation's Herald bright, 
When the golden Sun was fent 
From the cryjlal Firmament. 
We were all in ruined plight. 
Fallen on to endlejs night : 
To take the fallen for His Own, 
Lo ! God Himfelf comes down. 
Whowithth' Eternal Father Jhared HisTh 
And on His Bofom lay, th' Eternal Son, 

He wears time's lowly weeds. 
Nor fcorns the Virgin's Womb ; the Holy C 
Puts on our mortal needs, 
And as our Vi3im bleeds. 
That by His guiltlefs Blood He may atone 

For all our guilty deeds. 
He, Who fills all with His Own Deity, 

Our earth hath trod 
In lineaments of poor mortality ; 





^]^e &tat in tge (CaS. 83 

To bring us back to God, 

He makes us His Abode : 
Then to His Feet, Who comes our King, 

All worjhip let us bring ; 
Three Persons and One God let endlejs ages Jlng. 



%^t &tat in t^e (CaS« 

OD is the Lord Who Jhows us Light ; 

No ray from Idol temple flows : 
When all was funk in Jinful night. 
The Star of Bethlehem arofe. 



The Dayfpring from on High hath come, 
To light whoe'er in darknefs Jlrays, 

To chafe the Jhadows of the tomb, 
And guide our feet in peaceful ways. 

The Sun of Righteoufnefs hath rifen 
With Healing in His radiant Wings : 

He Jhines into the Soul's dark prifon. 
And Hope in hearts defpairing fprings. 

Then let us, while the Altar bums. 

With cords each duteous Offering bind : 

Alas ! O Lord, what fit returns 
Can we for Thy great Mercies find ? 



84 ^lie 3|ncatnatCon. 

Yet wilt Thou not rcjcS, though poor. 
The tribute of our contrite hearts. 

If by thofe bands of Love made jure 

Which Thine Own Spirit's Grace imparl 

Our life, our Soul, our all, we bring 

In living Sacrifice to Thee — 
To Thee, our Prophet, Priejl, and King, 

For us Who died upon the Tree. 



Coelefft0 SHt0 nuntfan 

HE Herald lights from Heaven on gc 
wing. 
Announcing Myjleries — the Timi 
come — 

And God Himjelf, with dread O'erjhadowin 
Doth fill the Virgin's Womb. 

Thee, from that wondrous and Jlupendous B 
What blejfednefs, O Maiden, doth await. 
While God, from thine own Bojbm broug! 
earth, 
Makes thee the Heavenly Gate. 

Thus moulded by the Spirit's holy Flame, 
From thy pure Virgin-body, Mother-maid, 
He, the fole born of Adam free from blame. 
The Flejh of Christ is made. 





^onent lEUff i^ato nofia Cantfta. 85 

Thus He, Who, ere the courfe of time began, 
^as Food unto the Heavenly habitants, 
^cometh Milk for babes, the Food of man, 
Food tempered to his wants. 



&onent lElegf i^ato nofia Canttca. 

JOW to the new-born King 
New fongs of glory Jing : 
His Father He doth call, 
Him Who created all ; 

His Mother He doth claim. 

The Maid who knew no Jhame ; 

No Jlain of fallen earth 

Attends His facred Birth. 

Before the world was made. 
Its Jlrong foundations laid, 
He, God, with God was One, 
The Sole-begotten Son : 
Now in our flejh He Jlands, 
The Glory of all lands ; 
In the pure Virgin's Womb 
That Flejh He doth ajume. 

O, Work to ponder well, 
Conception Jlrange to tell, 
And Birth for all to praife 
Through endlefs, endlefs days, 
And wondrous Virgin Son, 
Of God and Man made One : 



86 ^t JncamatCon^ 

Thus Holy Men of old 
Thy gladfome Birth foretold, 
As thus Thy Spirit taught 
This Marvel Jhould be wrought. 

Now Angel's fmg Thy Birth, 
With Peace to all the earth ; 
Now doth Thy Face Divine 
On all Thy creatures Jhine ; 
Now Saints lift up their jbngs, 
For praife to Thee belongs : 
Hail ! Lord — ^they joyful cry — 
Now bring Salvation nigh ; 
Save, Holy One in Three, 
Eternal Trinity. 



%^t Ctilti 3|eCu0 : a Cornf(|) Carol* 

ELCOME! that Starinjudah'sjky, 
That Voice o'er Bethlehem's 
palmy glen. 
The Lamp far Sages hailed on high, 
The tones that thrilled the Shepherd-men : 
Glory to God in loftiejl Heaven — 

Thus Angels fmote the echoing chord — 
Glad Tidings unto man forgiven ; 
Peace from the Prefence of the Lord. 

The Shepherds fought that Birth Divine ; 
The Wife-men traced their guided way ; 




SlUv t^e eaffetn &&i? Ig glotofng:. 87 

There, by Jlrangc Light and myjlic Sign, 
The God they came to worjhip lay : 

A Human Babe in beauty fmiled, 
Where lowing oxen round Him trod ; 

A Maiden dajped her Awful Child, 
Pure OfTspring of the Breath of God. 

Thofe Voices from on High are mute ; 

The Star the Wife-men faw is dim ; 
But Hope Jlill guides the wanderer's foot, 

And Faith renews the Angel-hymn : 
Glory to God in loftiejl Heaven — 

Touch with glad hand the ancient chord — 
Good Tidings unto man forgiven ; 

Peace, from the Prejence of the Lord. 



jIFAR the eajlern Sky is glowing, 
Hoary time again grows young ; 
From golden fprings of light fair- 
flowing 

Take one draught inspiring, long : 
Blejl fulfilment of long yearnings old, 
Godlike apparent, gentlejl Love behold. 

At lajl, at lajl to earth defcending. 
The Holy Child of Heaven is come ; 

Gales of Life, in mujic blending. 

Breathe o*er the land awakening bloom — 




88 ^elncatnarfom 

Breathe into flame that never more expires. 
The fcattered embers of extinguijhed fires. 

From the deep abyfs reviving 

New life and energies upjpring. 
See Him in Lifers ocean diving, 

Endlejs Peace for us to bring : 
Lo, in the midjl, with blifs-bejlowing Hands, 
Heedful of every juppliant He jlands. 

Let His AfpeS, mildly beaming, 

Deeply Jink thy Soul within ; 
Thus, His Joys unmeafured, Jlreaming 

O'er thee, ever Jhalt thou win : 
All fpirits, hearts, and reajbnings of men. 
In choral harmony Jhall mingle then* 

To reach His Arms be thy endeavour ; 

Imprejfed within His Traits injlil ; 
Towards Him mujl thou turn for ever, 

Spread forth unto the jiinjhine Jlill : 
Lay bare thine heart to Him, let all elje perijh. 
And like a faithful Spouje He will thee cherijh. 

Now to dwell with us is given 

The Godhead once terrific found ; 

Wakening to life the Seed of Heaven, 
From the north to jbuthern bound — 

Wait awhile, and God's own Garden fair 

For us unfading Flower and Fruit Jhall bear. 




89 



feleep ! i^olp Babe* 

LEEP ! Holy Babe, 

Upon Thy Mother's breajl ; 
Great Lord of earth and fea and Jky, 
How fweet it is to Jee Thee lie 
In fuch a place of rejl. 

Sleep! Holy Babe; 

Thine Angels watch around, 
All bending low, with folded wings, 
Before th' Incarnate King of kings, 

In reverent awe profound. 

Sleep ! Holy Babe, 

While I with Mary gaze 
In joy upon that Face awhile, 
Upon the Loving Infant Jmile, 

Which there Divinely plays. 

Sleep ! Holy Babe, 

Ah, take Thy brief Repofe ; 
Too quickly will Thy Slumbers break. 
And Thou to lengthened Pains awake. 

That Death alone Jhall doje. 

Then mujl thoje Hands, 

Which now fo fair I Jee, 
Thofc little pearly Feet of Thine, 
So Jbft, fo delicately fine, 

Be pierced and rent for me. 




90 %^t3ititavmtion^ 

Then mujl that Brow 

Its thorny Crown receive ; 
That Cheeky more lovely than the rofe. 
Be drenched with Blood» and marred with blows, 

That I thereby may live. 



SL &OU0 ortu0 tartiCtie^ 

ROM where the rijing Sun goes forth. 
To where he jpans the utmojl earth. 
Proclaim we Christ our King, this monm 
Of Mary Virgin-Mother bom : 

All climes unite in common voice, 

Judea, Rome, and Greece rejoice, 

Thrace, Egypt, Perjia, Scythia now, 

To One fole King's dominion bow. 

All, all, confejs your Lord and King ; 
Redeemed and lojl. His Praijes Jing ; 
Health, /icknefs, life, and death adore. 
All live in Him, they die no more. 
His beauteous Portal, full of Grace, 
Is hallowed for the King to pafs ; 
The King doth pafs— the folded Door 
Abideth folded as before. 

Son of the Father's Might Divine, 
Proceeding from His Virgin-Jhrine, 
Maker, Redeemer, Bridegroom, He 
The Giant of His Church Jhall be. 



SI &oU0 ottujS cat&f tie. 9 < 

Of Mother-Maid the Light and Joy, 
Of all believers Hope mojl high. 
He the dark cup of death Jhall drain, 
Ere He unlooje our guilty chain. 

Fair Stone, cut out from Mountain-height, 
Filling the world with Grace and Light, 
Whom, by no hand of mortal hewn. 
The ancient Sages had forejhewn : 
*Tts done, what Herald- Angel faid, 
He the True Word, True Flejh is made, 
A Virgin-Birth of Virgin-Womb, 
Virgin of Virgins, Christ is come. 

The Jkies have Jhed the Dew from Heaven, 
Th' outpouring clouds the Jujl One given. 
Earth's open lap receives the Birth, 
And brings the Lord the Saviour forth. 
Oh 'twas a wondrous Travail there 
When Him the Christ the Virgin bare. 
So bare the Birth, the Offspring pure. 
As Ever- Virgin to endure. 

Creator He of all the race. 

For Whom creation hath no place. 

Hath found, chajle Mother, where to dwell, 

Hath Jhrined Him in thy facred Cell : 

Whom Sire mojl High, when time was not, 

God Very God of God begot. 

The Bofom chajle of Mother mild 

In time doth bear a New-born Child. 




92 %^t 3|ncatiiatfon* 



i^ffftt fpreabsf l^er Cable WLtlU 

IGHT fpreads her jable veil 
Acrojs the Jlainlejs Jky, 
And one by one, each twinkling Jl; 
Peeps from its jilent home afar 
Tempting the wandering eye 
To rejl — while thought in vifion foars^ 
Andy lojl in wonderment, adores. 

But lo ! ^e vaulted dome 

Is filled with Light Divine ; 
God's Angel comes to earth to-day 
With gracious News ; about his way 

Celejlial glories Jhine : 
He comes to tell to fallen earth 
The Long-expeSed Saviour's Birth. 

The Shepherds fee the Light 
And they are Jbre afraid ; 
They hear his voice — Let terror ceaje ; 
To you is bom the Prince of peace, 



Vivovg fSpoTBiov TTjv oivoiTrXottny 'jroi'koti. 93 

The praife of their Eternal King 

And His redeeming Love : 
Divine and full that wondrous found 
Goes echoing on the world around. 

Glory to God on High, 

And on the Earth be Peace, 
Good-will to men — fo /wells the Jlrain : 
Hope vijits this lojl world again, 

Hope that will never ceafe, 
While Jesu's Grace and Jesu's Love 
Call fallen man to Rejl above. 



T&fODg l3poT6iov T^v dvccTrXucnv TrocXui. 

jJABAKKUK in ancient Jong 
Foretells the new Creation ; 
Fellow of the Prophet-throng 
And Herald of Salvation, 
Unto him was given to jee 
Types of wondrous Myjlery, 

Now the Word to mortals' aid 
From Virgin-Mount hath hajled, 

To frame anew the worlds He made, 
To heal what Jin has wajled, 

Coming from the Junlejs Gates, 

Leading all where Light awaits. 




94 %^t 3|ncdtnatfom 

Highejl, Thou our Flejh didjt take, 
Wajl born an Infant Lowly, 

Didjl Thyfelf man's equal make — 
The Uncreate — the Holy : 

Thus to purge the venom dread, 

Flowing from the Serpent's head. 

Gentiles, once corrupt, rejoice. 
Now javed from condemnation ; 

Lift your hands with joyful voice 
And tuneful exultation ; 

Christ adoring, Whom alone 

Benefa£{or now ye own. 

From the Root of Jejfe fprung, 

O Virgin, born of mortal ; 
Christ, ere worlds with Godhead One, 

Hath pajfed thy fealed Portal ; 
When it pleajed Him, coming thus. 
Meekly to abide with us. 



feott Of (Bofi, before ^i^ee* 

ON of God, before Thee 
Projlrate, we adore Thee 
In Thy Manger lying. 
Born to tears and Jighing : 

Blejl the Womb that 'Jhrined Thee ; 

Blejl the arms that 'twined Thee ; 




il^ato mbia ^altiatore. 95 

Blefl the fond eye keeping 
Vigil o'er Thee Jleeping. 

Light of every nation, 
Joy of all creation. 
Fount of BleJJings endlefs. 
Helper of the friendlefs. 
Make us pure and holy. 
Gentle, meek, and lowly ; 
Heavenly tempers fend us ; 
With Thy Love defend us. 

Lord, Thy Grace difplaying, 
Keep our feet from Jlraying ; 
That by Thine own Merit 
We our Home inherit. 
Babe Divine, before Thee 
Projlrate, we adore Thee : 
Praife to Him, Who gave us 
Thee from death to jave us. 



OW is born our great Salvation, 

Given a Gift of matchlefs worth. 
Now firjl God had conversation 
'Midjl His creatures on the earth, 
Light and Health to every nation — 
Honour we His Day of Birth. 




96 ^^e^lncatnatfoiu 

We in tears and death were lying, 
Now are health and gladnejs rife ; 

Eve was Mother to the dying, 
Mary doth bring forth the Life 

In His riven Flejh fupplying 
All the merit of our Jlrife, 

We God's Mercies were negleSing, 
God Jo loved the negligent 

That our Jlate from Heaven infpeSing 
Veiled to earth His Son He fent. 

Thus to forrow, Jhame, reJeSing 

From His Place the Bridegroom went. 

Swift our cruel foes overtaking. 
Strong their Jlrength to overthrow, 

In Himself fulfilment making 
Of the Law and Prophets — lo ! 

Christ, like mighty Giant, waking 
Comes to run His Courfe of Woe. 

Jesu, Thou our Fount of Healing, 
Thou our Peace and Light alone. 

Liberty to jlaves revealing 

Through Thyfelf, the Servant-SoN, 

All things with one voice are telling 
All the Kindnefs Thou hajl done. 



97 



Si C^rfflma^ CaroU 



ppg a yi OME out of doors, and leave thy Jheep; 
r ffiS I T'here's peace between the wolf and 

Poor Shepherd ! God the charge will 
keep; 
Since Peace is born in Bethlehem. 

Peace to the world that God hath loved ! 

The cradle of a race more wild 
Than e'er in Arab dejert roved, 

By lujl and wrathful Jin defiled, 

Is now a newborn Shepherd's bed, 
Beneath whofe Jlaff of peaceful fway. 

No more of prowling wolf in dread. 
The mountain lamb may Jkip and play. 

Thy watchful dog outjlretched may lie. 
Sleep all night long, and take no heed ; 

In pajlures wide as earth and Jky, 
Without a fold, thy flocks may feed. 

The age of gold from this glad night 
Shall this Aufpicious Child rejlore : 

Faith ! fpread the fleece as ermine white 
To Jhield His Couch, and there adore. 

H 




98 'acje Incartiatfon^ 



WAS in the winter cold, when earth 
Was defolate and wild. 
That Angels welcomed at His Birtl 
The Everlajling Child. 
From Realms of ever-brightening day, 

And from His Throne above 
He came, with humankind to Jlay, 
All Lowlinefs and Love. 

Then in the Manger the poor beajl 

Was prejent with His Lord ; 
Then Swains and Pilgrims from the Eajl 

Saw, wondered, and adored. 
And I this morn would come with them 

This bleJOTed fight to fee ; 
And to the Babe of Bethlehem 

Bend low the reverent knee. 

But I have not — it makes me Jigh — 

One offering in my power ; 
*Tis winter all with me, and I 

Have neither fruit nor flower. 
O God, O Brother, let me give 

My worthlefs felf to Thee ; 
And that the years which I may live 

May pure and fpotlefs be : 



JLtxx tit DCta (Stntfbufl^ 99 

Grant me Thyfelf, O Saviour Kind, 

Thy Spirit Undeflled, 
That I may be in heart and mind 

As gentle as a Child ; 
That I may tread life's arduous ways 

As Thou Thyfelf hajl trod. 
And in the might of Prayer and Praife 

Keep ever dofe to God. 

Light of the everlajling Morn, 

Deep through my Spirit Jhine ; 
There let Thy Prefence newly-born. 

Make all my being Thine : 
There try me as the Jilver, try 

And deanfe my Soul with care. 
Till Thou art able to defcry 

Thy faultlefs Image there. 



JLnx eS orta (Btntibnsi. 

the nations Light hath ri/en 
Sitting in tenebrous prijbn 

And the Jhadow drear of death : 
Joyous is a race afflided, 
To behold the Son prediSed 
Drawing from the Virgin breath. 

To atone for man's offending, 
God in Man is condefcending 
To our human mijeries : 




100 ^^e 3|ticarnatfom 

Who but throbs with exaltation ? 
Who but glows with admiration 
At new A£is of Grace like thefe ? 

This Enigma Sacramental 
Can no keennefs argumental 

By vain Jearching ever Jblve : 
Not for us to ascertain it ; 
God was pleafed to pre-ordain it ; 

How — no reafon can rejblve. 

Who is he hath e*er divined 
What the God of God defigned ? 

Who the fublime Secret won ? 
As with Dew the Fleece was flooded, 
As the Verge with BloJflTom budded, 

So the Virgin bears a Son, 

Chajle, Conception notwithjlanding ; 
Virid, fpite the Flower's expanding ; 

Mother Jhe, yet Maid, declared : 
In that Holy Thing conceiving, 
And in Birth to Jesus giving. 

To the Lily well compared. 




lOI 

S) come! Creator &pfrft^ 

COME! Creator Spirit, 

Infpire the Souls of Thine, 
And fill the hearts, which Thou hajl 
made, 
With Grace and Love Divine. 

Author of our Salvation, 

Son of the Virgin's Womb, 
Remember that our flejh Thou art. 

And didjl our form ajQfume. 

This is the fejlal morning. 

Salvation's herald this, 
Whereon from Heaven to wretched man 

Came down CeleJUal Blifs. 

This day out/pake the Angel — 

Hail, thou of Women Blejl : 
With Power and Might the Godhead comes. 

To fill a Maiden's Breajl. 

Maiden, how great the Glory 

That waits henceforth on thee. 
Conceived in thine own Womb this day, 

God's Son thy Son mujl be. 

This day the Holy Spirit 

Moulds, of thy Maiden Blood, 
His Flejh who feeds as Man weak men. 

And Angels as their God. 




102 %^z 3|ncartiatfDru 



ETHLEHEM hath opened Eden, 

Come ! let us behold : 
Sweetnefs we have fotind, once hiddei 
Pearl of price untold ; 
Gifts of Paradife, all precious, 
Stored within the Cave refrejh us. 

There th* unwatered Root appearing 

Blooms in Pardon free ; 
Chrijlians enter, nothing fearing. 

And the Wonder fee : 
There the undug Well behold 
David thirjled for of old. 

Now the Maid her Infant bearing 

Hajlen we to greet ; 
He ere worlds the Godhead Jharing, 

Little Child Jo fweet. 
Born within this lowly place. 
Stays the thirjl of Adam's race. 



fetar0 Of (Klorj, iS^inz more brf rt tip. 

TARS of Glory, Jhine more brightly. 
Purer be the moonlight's beam. 
Glide ye hours and moments lightly. 
Swiftly down Time's deepening 
jlream. 




&tarss of (Worp^ fljjfne more brtgjtlp* 103 

Bring the hour that banijhed fadnefs. 

Brought Redemption down to earth, ^ 

When the Shepherds heard with gladnefs ^^'^\ 
Tidings of a Saviour's Birth. 

See a beauteous Angel Jbaring 

In the bright Celejlial blaze. 
On the Shepherds low adoring 

Rejl hb mild, effulgent rays : 
Pear not — cries the Heavenly Stranger — 

Him Whom ancient Seers foretold. 
Weeping in a lowly Manger, 

Shepherds ! hajle ye to behold. 

See the Shepherds quickly rijing, 

Hajlening to the humble jlall, 
And the New-bom Infant prizing, 

As the Mighty Lord of all. 
Lowly now they bend before Him, 

In His helplefs Infant State, 
Firmly faithful they adore Him, 

And His Greatnefs celebrate. 

Hark ! the Jwell of heavenly voices 

Peals along the vaulted Jky ; 
Angels fmg, while earth rejoices— 

Glory to our God on High : 
Glory in the highejl Heaven, 

Peace to humble men on earth ; 
Joy to thefe, and Blifs is given, 

In the great Redeemer's Birth. 




104 ^|e Incarnatfom 

Come! pe ILoft?, come! pe ILotolp* 

OME ! ye Lofty, come ! ye Lowly, 
Let your fongs of gladnefs ring. 
In a Stable lies the Holy, 
In a Manger rejls the King : 
See, in Mary's arms repojing 

Christ by highejl Heaven adored : 
Come ! your circle round Him clojing. 
Pious hearts that love the Lord. 

Come ! ye Poor, no pomp of Jlation 

Robes the Child your hearts adore : 
He, the Lord of all Salvation, 

Shares your want, is Weak and Poor : 
Oxen, round about behold them. 

Rafters naked, cold, and bare. 
See ! the Shepherds, God has told them 

That the Prince of Life lies there. 

Come ! ye Children blithe and merry. 

This One Child your model make ; 
Chrijlmas holly, leaf, and berry. 

All be prized for His dear Sake : 
Come ! ye gentle hearts and tender. 

Come ! ye Jpirits keen and bold ; 
All in all your homage render. 

Weak and mighty, young and old. 

High above a Star is Jhining, 

And the Wijc Men hajle from far : 



'CtDdjS 9^inni^u 105 

Come ! glad hearts, and Spirits pining : 

For you all has rifen the Star. 
Let us bring our poor Oblations, 

Thanks, and Love, and Faith, and Praife : 
Come ! ye People, come ! ye Nations, 

All in all draw nigh to gaze. 

Hark ! the Heaven of Heavens is ringing — 

Christ the Lord to man is bom : 
Are not all our hearts, too, Jinging — 

Welcome, welcome, Chrijlmas morn ? 
Still the Child, all Power poJOTeJTmg, 

Smiles as through the ages pajl ; 
And the Jong of Chrijlmas-bleJOTing 

Sweetly Jinks to rejl at lajl. 



AS Midnight, and the calm clear Jky 
Was Jludded o'er with gems of light; 

No breeze went floating by 
To break the Jlillnefs of that glorious 
night. 

Tending their flocks with watchful care, 
A lowly band of Shepherd-men, 

Beneath the midnight air, 
Were gathered on Judaea's palmy plain. 

Hark ! whence is that melodious found 
Which burjls upon that lijlening ear ; 




io6 %^t IncarnatiDiu 

Shedding on all around 
A holy Joy, a reverential Fear ? 

Well may they turn their wondering glance, 
Enraptured, to the jlarry jkies : 

Well may Juch Jlrains entrance, 
And draw from earth to Heaven the dullejl eyes. 

*Tis from yon bright Celejlial Band 
Tho/e thrilling notes of glory ring : 

Sent from the Heavenly Land, 
Glad tidings of great Joy to earth to bring. 

Glory to Thee, O Lord mojl High— 
Is the Jweet mujic of their fong. 

While echo takes the cry 
. And wafts it far the vaulted arch along. 

And Peace on earth, Good-will toward men. 
Will Christ the King of Glory bring ; 

Then let us join their jlrain. 
And praifes to the New-born Saviour Jmg. 



Coelum sm'bz ! Cerra plauae! 

HOUT! ye Heavens, with laud and 
praifmg, 
Shout in triumph, earth and fea, 
Every voice its fong upraijing 
Loud proclaim the Jubilee. 




Coelum ffauQe ! %twa platitie ! 1 07 

For the Lord of all Creation 

Sees His creatures doomed to die, 
And His Right Hand brings Salvation 

And His Love brings Liberty. 
Heaven its Grace on earth is pouring, 

From the earth Eardi*s Saviour fprings. 
Angel choirs, their King adoring, 
Greet the Babe with caroUings. 
Now the Womb of Virgin lowly, 
Quickened by the Spirit Holy, 

Dwelling meet for God is made. 
As a branch with flowers is teeming. 
So the Virgin, God Redeeming 

Bears, in flejhly Form arrayed. 
From the Fount of Maid unjlained 
God-Made-Babe His Food hath drained ; 

Myjlery furpajQiing thought — 
On a creature's food He liveth 
Who their Food all creatures givcth. 
Wonder Juch as ne'er was wrought. 
On the life of flejh He growcth 
Who the life of fleJh bejloweth. 
Him the Virgin's Bofom beareth 
Who the Throne of Godhead Jhareth. 
Him as Son the Maid carejfeth. 
Him as Lord and God confej]eth. 




io8 Cfte 3|ncarnatfott* 

%Wtt blelTeti fruitful ^|eme of 9^ivt^. 

jJHRICE bleJOTed fruitful theme of mirth, 
Of facred Joy, and holy Jong, 
The Breath of Heaven comes down 
to earth. 
The Christ is bora, foretold Jo long : 
Deep mourning o'er the grievous fall 
Of Eve, her children lone do Jigh ; 
Fajl bound in Jin's unholy thrall 
The Univerje in grief doth lie. 

In human Flejh the Godhead came 

A living Sun to light the earth ; 
He took upon Himjclf our Jhame 

And e'en endured a mortal's birth : 
Born in a Jlable's lowly Jlall 

His Infant Voice went up on high ; 
The world's fun wept, while Jhone on all 

The Lamp of His Divinity. 



99untif Calu0 (SXixi mitttia. 

NFANT ! born the world to free, 
Look on us. 
That in child-like Wifdom we 
Put on Thy Humility. 

Thou That midjl the beajls did Jleep, 
Helplejs Babe, 




SLutl tc^ltUt^itt. 109 

From dark foes that jeek Thy Sheep, 
Sacred Shepherd, Jave and keep. 

Thou Who hajl Thy Godhead laid 

All afide. 
On the breajl of Mother-Maid, 
To our weaknefs lend Thine Aid. 



arnti (c|)(cfie ti((t. 



^^SfalOME ! tune your heart, 

iJBE&l And celebrate Messiah's Feajl with 
^^^^^ praifes ; 

Let Love infpire 

The joyful Choir, 
While to the God of Love glad Hymns it raifes. 

Exalt His Name ; 
With joy proclaim, 
God loved the world, and through His Son for- 
gave us ; 
Oh, what are we. 
That, Lord, we fee 
Thy wondrous Love, in Christ Who died to 
Jave us. 

Behold our Friend ! 
His Love commend. 
In that when foes He died to reconcile us ; 



no tiri^e 3|ncaniat(otu 

Our flejh He took. 
His Throne forjbok. 
That from His Kingdom God might not exile os. 

Your refuge place 

In His free Grace, 
Tnijl in His Name, and day by day repent you ; 

Ye mock God's Word, 

Who call Him Lord, 
And follow not the Pattern He hath lent you. 

O Christ, to prove 

For Thee my love. 
In Brethren Thee myhands Jhall clothe andcherijh ; 

To each Jad heart 

Sweet Hope impart. 
When worn with care, with Jbrrow nigh to perijh. 

Heaven and earth 

Received their birth 
From Thee, in Whom both Strength and Wifdom 
blended ; 

Let heart and voice 

In Thee rejoice ; 
Be every knee in adoration bended. 

Come ! praife the Lord ; 

In Heaven are Jlored 
Rich Gifts for thoje who here His Nameejleemed; 

Alleluia ; 

Alleluia ; 
Rejoice in Christ, and praife Him ye redeemed. 




%^z CeHat of Hebanom 1 1 1 

j|0-day in Bethlehem hear I 

Sweet Angel voices Jinging — 
All Glory be to God on High 
Who Peace to earth is bringing. 
The Virgin Mary holdeth more 

Than highejl Heaven mojl holy : 
Light Jhines on what was dark before, 

And lifteth up the lowly. 
God wills that Peace Jhould be in earth 

And holy Exultation : 
Sweet Babe, I greet Thy jpotlefs Birth 

And wondrous Incarnation. 
To-day in Bethlehem hear I 

Even the lowly Jinging : 
With Angel-words they pierce the Jky 
All earth with Joy is ringing. 

^^z Cetiat of Lebanon : a CacoL 

j|HE Cedar of Lebanon, Plant of renown, 
Hath^bowed to the Hyjfop His wide- 

jpreading crown. 
And the Son of the Highejl, an In- 
fant, is laid 
On the Breajl of His Mother, that lowliejl Maid. 
All Glory to God in the Highejl we Jing, 
Andlhence upon earth, through the newly- 
born King. 




112 ^l^e 3|ncat:natfom 

From the Star of the Sea the glad Sunlight hath 

Jhined, 
Springs the Lion of Judah from Naphtali*s Hind, 
The Life from the dying, the Roje from the thorn, 
The Maker of all things of Maiden is bom. 

The Manger of Bethlehem opens once more 
The Gates of that Eden where man dwelt of yore, 
And He Who is lying, a Child, in the Cave, 
Hath conquered the foeman, hath ranfomed the 
Jlave. 

In the midjl of the Garden the Tree of Life Jlands, 
And offers His twelve Fruits to lips and to hands ; 
For the Lord of Salvation, the Gentiles' Dejire, 
Hath ta'en from the Cherubs their fword-blade of 
fire. 

On the hole of the Afpic the Sucking Child plays, 
And His Hand on the den of the Cockatrice lays. 
And the Dragon, that over a fallen world reigned, 
By the Seed of the Woman is vanquijhed and 
chained. 

To Him Who hath loved us, and Jent us His Son, 
To Him Who the viSory for us hath won. 
To Him Who Jheds on us His Jevenfold rays. 
Be Honour and Glory, Salvation and Praije. 

All Glory to God in the Highejl we Jing, 
And peace upon earth, through the newly- 
born King. 




"3 



WL\tn t^e SQlorlti 0lept. 

HENtheworldJleptandnightwason, 
Of old was heard a Hymn Divine ; 
Firjl broke a gleam, then fplendour 
Jhone, 

And deepened crimfon, line on line. 
Take we the tablets of the Pajl, 
To wipe recorded woes away ; 
Now merry bells ring out at lajl. 
For us another Chrijlmas Day. 
He came Heaven's Glories to unfold 

So bring the captive a releafe. 
For age of iron an age of gold — 

Emmanuel, the Prince of Peace. 
So chime the bells for weald and wold, 

Hang the bright holly up on high. 

Aye frejh and green His Love untold, 

He died, but ne'er again Jhall die. 

Then bear a joy where Joys are not. 

Go, fpeak a kindly word in love, 
Lejs bitter make fome lovelejs lot 

Now Earth is linked to Heaven above. 
And, day by day, in common round. 

Or dark or light, in Joy or ill, 
Let Faith and Love and Peace be found 

So ever work a Father's Will. 
I 



"4 ^]^e 3|ncatitatfon. 

For links in many a circle here, 

That Jeemed to be Jo Jlrong and jure, 
Grow lejs, increajing year by year 

Where only Peace and Love endure. 
We pafs the graves with fnowy pall. 

So pure and calm is Chrijlmas morn ; 
Or, like God's Grace, the fnow-flakes fall 

On this glad Feajl when Christ was bom. 

The Pajl brings up or deeds or dreams. 

Voices and faces known no more, 
Hopes to be crowned when evening's gleams 

Flood with their light th* eternal Jhore. 
The Future, when Time's Jlream is dry 

And Chriflmas Feajls are gone for aye. 
Shall to the King bring each one nigh — 

Then dawns the bright and perfeS Day. 
Take up once more the Angelas jbng — 

The Angel's Joy let each one Jhare ; 
Our life at longejl is not long, 

The carol mujl be ended there. 
Though here the City of the Saints, 

Beryl and pearl are up above. 
One Heaven-born thought that Future paints 

A Son Divine, a Mother's Love. 




PART III. 

Ctie (SEptpbanp anti Cran0figuratton« 

THE EPIPHANY AT BETHLEHEM AND 

THE TRANSFIGURATION 

ON TABOR. 




W^z &]^atiD\)3 of tfie &tat« 

I ABiEAN Odours load the air 

With Myrrh, as though for burial 
brought ; 
The flajh of royal Gold is there ; 
But where is He for Whom 'tis 
Jbught ? 
Behold Him on the fpotlejs Virgin's knee. 
The Priejl, the Man, the Monarch, lo ! *tis He. 

Mother of God ! the Eajlern Star 
Shines brightly on the humble Jhed 



ii6 (Cpfp]^an|? ann %tmfiUs^tattotu 

Where wife Chaldaeans, led from far. 
Bend low before the Infant Head ; 
The Priejlly Arms Jpread forth to blefs e*en now; 
Stedfajl to win the Crown, by Death, the Brow. 

Mother of Sorrows ! mark the word. 
And ponder it within thine heart — 

Through thine own Soul Jhall pierce the Sword 
Ere God full knowledge Jhall impart ; 

Then jhalt thou Jee with re-awakened eye 

The Signs, worked out, of the Epiphany. 

Upon the great Good Friday morn 
Thy Son in Royal Guije Jhall Jland 

With purple Robe, and Crown of thorn. 
And Jceptred Reed in His Right Hand : 

When theje things come to pajs, look up ! behold 

The firjl great Sign worked out — the Gift of Gold. 

When Priejlly Arms on Calvary*s crejl 

In InterceJJion wide are Jpread, 
And to that BleJJing, from their rejl, 

Hades Jends forth the Sainted Dead, 
The Jecond Gift behold — ^Jee Heavenward rijc 
Atoning Incenfe of the Sacrifice. 

The Soul has fled ; the vex'd Limbs Jleep, 
O'er both the Godhead Jpreads Its Jpan : 

Bring Myrrh and Spices ; Vigil keep 
Over the Archetypal Man : 



9^aiiHMl facto Caitttae^ - 117 

With eyes of awful love and bated breath. 
Lady ! behold the Myrrh — the type of Death. 

* * * « 

In myjlic number, vejled white. 

The Prejbyters around the Throne 
Cajl down their Crowns of golden Light 

Their Maker and their Lord to own ; 
For He is worthy of all Praife, they Jing, 
Of Heaven and earth Creator, Lord, and King. 

Unchangeable the Priejlhood's Vow, 

Which This Man, pure from human Jlain 

Yet Man in all things, offers now — 
Himjelf for fm the ViSim Jlain. 

At lajl the threefold Gifts in one concur. 

Here blend the Gold, the Frankincenje, the 
Myrrh. 



a^ajfttatf facto fanctae* 

O the Lord for ever Glorious 
Saints on earth with Saints vi3orious 

Swell the jhout of holy Joy : 
Lejl the Soul jink down in jlumbers. 
Let the lips in tuneful numbers 
Hail the Blijs without alloy. 

See the Branch a new Bud bearing ; 
See the Star new Day declaring ; 
Monarchs to the Manger run : 




1 1 8 (Epf p]^anp aitti ^tan0fig:utatf om 

Wand'rcrs they, yet never turning 
Whence the Star, before them burning, 
Guides them to the Newborn Sun. 

Three the Kings, threefold their Offering ; 
He, Who takes what they are proffering, 

God in Man is One to fee : 
By the myjlic Adoration 
Is revealed to all creation 

Thus the Triune Deity. 

Gold, Myrrh, Incenfe are their Treafure ; 
But beyond what eye can meafure 

Is the Truth therein that lies : 
Incenje is for God from Heaven ; 
To the King the Gold is given ; 

And the Myrrh to Him Who dies. 

Sweet the Incenje upward Jlreaming ; 
Bright the Golden Circlet gleaming 

On a King's majejlic Brow ; 
Shews the Myrrh, by time unblighted. 
That the Word to Flejh united 

Never Jhall corruption know. 

From this vale, wherein we wander, 
Lead us, Lord, oh, lead us yonder 

Where the Kings are gone before ; 
Where, by Thine abounding Merit, 
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit 

We may praije for evermore. 




119 



jSiufcunque Cf)tfSum quaetft(0» 

YE who feek the Lord, 
Lift up your eyes on high, 

For there He doth the Sign accord 
Of His bright Majejly. 

We fee a dazzling Sight 

That Jhall outlive all time. 
Older than depth or Jlarry height, 

Limitlefs and fublime. 

»Tis He for IfraePs Fold 
And heathen tribes decreed, 

The King to Abraham pledged of old 
And his unfailing feed. 

Prophets foretold His Birth, 
And witnejQfed when He came. 

The Father fpeaks to all the earth 
To hear, and own His Name. 



|EAR Saviour, when Thy chofen three 
Afcended Tabor's Mount with Thee, 

And when Thy Glory threw 
Around Thy Form refplendant rays. 
It circled Thee with Heavenly Blaze, 
Dazzling to mortal view. 




120 (Cpfpjanj anil 'QTtanjjffflwtatfDm 

Then did Thy great Apojlle pray 
On Tabor's radiant Mount to Jlay, 

And fix his dwelling there ; 
Held by Thy Glory's potent fpell, 
There he proclaimed it good to dwell, 

That tranquil Blifs to Jhare. 

Little did that Apojlle know 
What toils awaited him below, 

Ere Blijs Jhould crown his head : 
Ah ! little did Thy Favourite think 
So deeply of Thy Cup to drink ; 

He knew not what he Jaid. 

When Thou didjl vanijh from their Jight, 
From Olivet's majejlic height, 

To mount Thy glorious Throne ; 
Thy chojen ones gazed fondly there, 
And watched Thee till the bright Cloud's glar4 

Left them in grief alone. 

They, as they gazed from Olivet, 
Their Charge too quickly could forget. 

They loved to linger there ; 
Till Angels warned them to retire, 
For Him, Who would return in Fire, 

With fervour to prepare. 

From Calvary Thy Followers fled : 
Where Thy redeeming Blood was Jhed, 
None of Thy Twelve were found. 



t^fma WLittvitifi iffHeC corona* 121 

Save Thy beloved John, who jlood 

Faithful beneath the faving Wood, 

When numbers JcofFed around. 

With him, oh, let my Jlation be ; 

Dear Saviour, let me mourn with Thee, 

Thy Crofs to me is Jweet : 
Oh, be Thy jbrrowing Path my way, 
Lord, it is good for me to Jlay 

And prefs Thy facred Feet. 



t^rtma WLlttmlfS Sti^ti corona. 

FIRST in faith that overcame, 

O fwift to hear the Heavenly Call, 
Ye Magi, this our Fejlival 
With Faith's firjl triumphs links your 
name. 
*Twas yours to mourn what time the Star 
Veiled from your ken her Jhining face. 
And left you as a Jhip that Jlrays 
Unknowing where the Jhallows are. 

Bat Faith prevails : to Sion come. 
The Star, new rijen, glads your eyes ; 
And, downward pointing from the Skies 

Reveals for you the BABE-King's home. 

There with well-chojen Gifts adore ; 
Incenje for God, Gold for the King, 




122 (Epip]^an? anti ^tait0fig:utatfon* 

Myrrh for the Man, your hands Jhall bring, 
Your hearts Jhall yield Him better Jlore, 

And thouy O Sion, called too long 
The Barren, even now thy race 
Springs as the Jlars : to thine embrace 

Mother of Nations, bid them throng : 

Behold thy Christ ! He cajleth down 
The wall which kept the world in twain : 
Behold the Christ ! He binds again 

The Bond that maketh all men one. 



%^t (Epfplian? of^abDt^ 

HRIST went about the earth 
Aye doing good, 
Unto its mighty dearth 
He gave blejl Food ; 
He bade the Jick rejoice 

O'er Jins forgiven, 
And Satan heard His Voice 
And fell from Heaven. 

Once His Own mufed on Him 

Out on the fea, 
AJking with eyefight dim 

Who This might be ; 
O'er them the tempejl broke, 

Fear was their pjalm ; 




^e (Epipl^an? of %ahov^ 1 23 

He from His Sleep awoke 
And there was calm. 

Haply for Light they prayed. 

Grieving the while 
Godlike the Works men faid 

The Worker vile ; 
Haply fuch grief away 

Pajfsed not until 
The Three beheld Him pray 

On Tabor's hill. 

Then Jight came faith to blefs, 

Then there did Jhine 
Through that jcorned mortal Drejs 

Glory Divine ; 
Then came the Prophets two 

In witnefs one, 
Then fpake the Father — Lo ! 

This is My Son. 

Our God's Epiphany 

We thus recall j 
Made flrjl to mortals three 

It jpeaks to all ; 
Still cleave your hearts below ? 

Faint there its word ; 
Far up the Mountain go 

And Jee the Lord 




124 

a^affnum mbi^ (0autitum. 

I O Y hath come to all of us, 
Blejfed Virgin dear. 
When to Angel Gabriel 
Thou didjl lend thine ear, 
Telling that thou wajl to be 

Jesu's Mother meek, 
Doubtedjl not the Miracle, 
DidJl but counfel feek. 

Holy one ! is bom to thee 

Holier One than thou ; 
Watchful Jhepherds witnejQIing 

At His Cradle-bow. 
Wondrous Child ! mojl wondroujly 

Thou hajl fent to quejl 
Wand'rers wand'ring hopelejjly. 

Back to Peace and Rejl. 

Brightejl Star of Bethlehem, 
Herald of Jerufalem, 

Telling of Thy King ; 
Eajlern Sage enlightening. 
Nightly journey brightening, 

Myjlic Gifts to bring : 
Star denoting Unity ; 
Myrrh His human Verity, 

Frankincenfe their prayer ; 
Gold proclaiming Deity ; 
Three Kings Jhewing Trinity — 

'Myjlerlcs mojl tare* 




125 

ROM daylight's portals, burning 
With Incenje to the SuN, 
They come, the Wife, difcerning 
His royal March begun : 
Before that Sign's bright dawning 
The Jlars have paled their light ; 
The ray-crowned Prince of morning 
Slopes back upon the night. 

Where is the Hojl's aJQfembling 

Of Him that rules the day — 
They ajk — ^Whom Heaven with trembling 

Thus marjhals on His Way ? 
This is the Gentile lightening 

Before His People's face, 
The promijed Glory brightening 

On Abram and his race. 

Still on, with brows uplifted. 

The way-worn Elders crept ; 
Their beacon never drifted, 

Their eyelids never Jlept ; 
Till low in worjhip bending 

The Star their fears beguiled. 
And quenched his torch dejcending 

Upon the Radiant Child. 

And now, while they adore Him, 
Their Treajures are unrolled. 




126 (Cpfp^atip atttr ^tattj$6g;utatfott* 

The threefold Gifts before Him, 
Myrrh, Frankincenfe, and Gold 5 

The Spice their God confejpng. 
Their Gold His Regal Bloom ; 

And yet the Myrrh is blejjing 
His Body to the Tomb. 



(ErxtSronelr upon fte a^ourxtaCml^efg^t^ 

NTHRONED upon the Mountain- 
height, 
Harmonious Peace unbroken reigns, 
While dijcord like a Jlormy night 
In wild confujion wraps the plains. 

When in Sinai's fecret place 

God with His Servant talked alone 

With Beams too bright for earth, his face 
From the dread Mount returning Jhone. 

While from the Camp below, the din 
Of hideous mirth to Heaven conveyed 

Wild orgies of the monjlrous Jin, 

The molten Calf * which Aaron made.' 

The wind is hujhed, the ground is jlill, 
The burning flames no longer glow. 

On Horeb's top Jehovah's Will 
Is heard in accents foft and low. 



!^oc inHa quotitram ntmpfmuj$« 127 

While earth of pity clean bereft^ 

GoD*s latejl Servant thought to Jlay — 

I, even I alone am left, 

Whoje life they jeek to take away. 

How white their glijlering robes appear, 
How fair their heads with Glory crowned, 

Sinai's Prophet, Horeb's Seer, 
On Tabor's top with Jesu found. 

But while with Christ in God their life 
Is hidden on the Mountain-brow, 

More fierce the feud, more loud the jlrife 
Of Satan's fons mujl rage below. 

Why ? but that weary Souls may yearn 
The narrow Path in patience trod. 

Their homeward Jleps from earth to turn. 
And rejl on Sion's Hill with God. 



!^Dt /u(Ca quontiam rump{mu0^ 



■i«J^ RING, happy Day, to light 

I ra& Things which dark-mantling Night 

^VBjg^ In envious JUence hath ]b long been 

jlealing ; 
When, on the Mountain floor. 
Before the three of yore, 

The Son of Man His Glory was revealing i 



128 (Epfpfian]? attti tlTtan^figutatfom 

And, through His Flejh^s Jhrouding Shrine, 
Illuminating ran the Effluence Divine. 

The full Irradiance flows. 
To every Limb it goes, 

With fnowy Light His flery Garments blending ; 
Now awe-Jlruck Jilence quakes. 
And the live Thunder fpeaks, 

From the bright Cloud in Majejly defcending ; 
There founds the unutterable Voice, 
Proclaiming His Dear Son, the everlajling Choice. 

With low-browed awe profound, 
Be Jilent on the ground. 

The Lord of all is in His holy Hill ; 
And now, with voice of fear. 
Let Angel hojls draw near, 

While all the lijlening world is jlill, 
To Jing the Spirit, and the Word, 
And Father, Whofe dread Voice was in the . 
Thunder heard. 



8L Carol of tfie llfng:0 : art iSlrmenfatt 

HREE ancient Men in Bethlehem's Cave 
With awful wonder jland ; 
A Voice that called them from their grave 
In jbme far eajlem Land, 




Oiuam nta potentrr Mitlfi* 1 29 

They lived, they trod the former earth 

When the old waters fwelled ; 
The Ark, that womb of jecond birth. 

Their houje and lineage held. 

Pale Japhet bows the knee with Gold, 
Bright Sem fweet Incenfe brings. 

And Cham, the Myrrh his iingers hold — 
Lo ! the three Orient Kings. 

Types of the total earth, they hailed 

The jignal's Jlarry frame ; 
Shuddering with fecond life, they quailed 

At the Child Jesu's Name, 

Then Jlow the Patriarchs turned and trod, 

And this their parting jigh — 
Our* eyes have feen the Living God ; 

And now — once more to die. 



flEiuam IID0 patenter allitig* 

OW jlrongly and how fwcetly Jlill 
Thou, Christ, dojl draw the human 
will 
And gently prove ; 
Whether Thou dojl Thyfelf reveal, 
Or from our fenjes dojl conceal, 
*Tis both in Love. 




130 (Cpfpfian]? anti ^van^figuvatfon. 

The Father calls, and for Thy Sake 
Shall us too for His Children take ; 

And, through Heaven's door. 
The Glory which doth break on Thee 
Are rays of Immortality 

That go before. 

What faith the Father, fpeaking loud? 
And what the Son, beneath the Cloud ? 

Now all are gone ; 
The Jhadows fleet ; around again 
Silence keeps watch ; there doth remain 

The Truth alone. 

Again Thou dojl Thy Form refume, 
A ViSim ready for the Tomb, 

And thence dejcend 
In Lowlinejs ineffable. 
Thy Father's Mandate to fulfil 

Unto the end. 

O Christ, Who now Thyfelf dojl hide. 
May Faith our darkling Spirits guide 

And firmly hold ; 
That when thefe flejhly vejjels break, 
We of Thy Goodnefs may partake 

And Thee behold. 



TSvieftttfi antr Uft of tge ^ma of tfie 
a^Dcninja:. 



«^■^ RIGHTEST and bejl of the Sons of 

1 1^& ^^^ Morning, 

g^ ^lSr ^ Dawn on our darknefs and lend us 

Thine aid. 
Star of the Eajl, the horizon adorning, 

Guide where our Infant Redeemer is laid. 

Cold on His Cradle the dew-drops are Jhining, 
Low lies His Head with the beajls of the Jlall, 

Angels adore Him in Jlumber reclining, 
Maker and Monarch and Saviour of all. 

Say, Jhall we yield Him, in cojlly devotion, 
Odours of Edom and Offerings Divine ? 

Gems of the mountain and Pearls of the ocean, 
Myrrh from the forejl, or Gold from the mine ? 

Vainly we offer each ample Oblation ; 

Vainly with Gifts would His Favour Jecure : 
Richer by far is the heart's Adoration ; 

Dearer to God are the Prayers of the poor. 



JeCu^ SDuIcetiD tortiium^ 

ESU, the heart's own Sweetnefs, and 
true Light, 
Thou art the fecret Fountain that 
o'erflows 




132 (Epfpfiani? anti ^tati^figuvatfon. 

The weary Soul, furpajjing all delight, 

In whom each anxious longing finds repoje. 

Stay with us, Lord, and with Thy kindly Ray 
Enlighten our dark Spirits ; at Whofe Birth 

Dark Jhades Jhall flee the opening eye of day» 
And jweetnefs Jhall revive the drooping earth* 

When Thou the heart dojl vijit, all things jeem 
Made new; Truth Jhines in her unclouded form, 

Emerging from the world as from a dream ; 
And Love, her face beholding, waxeth warm. 

Good Jesus, while time's fcroU I Jlill unfold. 
Do Thou to me Thy Love make manifejl. 

That I, 'mid clouds that wrap me, may behold 
Thine everlajling Glory, and find Rejl* 

He whom Thy Love makes glad as with new wine. 
He knows that Knowledge which is from above ; 

Full blejl is he ; that Fulnefs is Divine, 
And there is nothing elje that he can love. 

Thou art the Fount of Pity ; as it flows 
All drink of Thine Abundance infinite : 

Thou art the only Sun Thy country knows ; 
Scatter the clouds, and Jhow us Thy true Light. 




133 



a» i^atfon^ of tje (Eartf), refofce- 

LL Nations of the Earth, rejoice, 
High raife to-day your tuneful voice. 
To Christ your choicejl prejents 
bring ; 

Firjl taught as now the Lord to know, 
To Him your grateful homage Jhow, 
And gladly own Him for your King. 

The Wife Men from the Eajl behold, 
With Myrrh, and Frankincenfe, and Gold 5 

Thefe Gifts a myjlic import bear ; 
The Myrrh for Him Who deigns to die. 
The Incenfe for a Priejl mojl High, 

The Gold a Monarch to declare. 

Led by the guiding of a Star, 

The Gentile Firjl-fruits come from far, 

And in that lowly Jhed adore — 
Firjl Chrijlian Church in all the land- 
Whereto the Angel's gracious hand 

The Jewijh Shepherds brought before. 

Oh, may their zeal our hearts inflame. 
That we may prove our faith the fame. 

And like acceptance thus Jecure ; 
Our Myrrh — to flejhly lujl a death. 
Our Incenfe — prayer's ajcending breath. 

Our Gold — a chajlened heart and pure^ 




134 (Epipfian]? atiti ^ratt^fiffuratfotu 

Self-conquejl, Longings meet, and Love, 
We all may bring to Christ above, 

And not the great or rich alone ; 
In thefe let each with other vie, 
By theje proclaim the Saviour High, 

And make His javing Health be known. 



^aet eft 3Dfe0 tixmma grata^ 

I mis Feajl above all others rated 
Is by the Saviour confecrated ; 
By Him is richly decorated. 
With Wonders of the Trinity : 
Mojes' death to-day is ended ; 
And that Truth may be defended, 
See ! Elias comes attended 
By the Apojlolic Three. 

Then, while they their worjhip render, 
Burjls a Light of matchlejs fplendour ; 
Lujlre marvelloujly tender. 

Streams alike o'er form and drejs : 
•Tis from Christ that Light is flowing ; 
Flooding e'en their robes and throwing 
Projlrate, by its judden glowing, 

Thofe ajlonied WitneJOTes— 

Not to injure or to frighten. 
But to cherijh and to brighten, 



I^aec eft 2D(e0 tumxna ctata* 135 

But to brighten and to lighten 

All who looked upon it there : 
Full of fweet and joyful Graces, 
All that's tender it embraces ; 
There is Jhown in Heavenliejl traces 

Glory bright beyond compare. 

Good it were in truth, and fweeter, 

Here to tarry, gentle Peter — 

But for Christ Himfelf, 'tis meeter 

He His Father's Will obey : 
All this Brightnefs that furprijes, 
Only with a Type jupplies us, 
Of a greater Light that rijes 

Nevermore to pafs away. 

With the Halo round them lying, 
Hear the Father tejlifying 
Of the Son that He is trying ; 

Hear the thunders of His Voice — 
'Tis My Son, that jeems fo Lowly, 
Wholly Filial, Righteous wholly. 
Before all eleSed folely ; 

In Him does My Heart rejoice* 

Thou wouldjl not that men Jhould know Thee, 
Wouldjl not that Thy Twelve Jhould Jhow Thee, 
Till new Glory overflow Thee 

In Thy Rijing from the dead : 
But, what tongue but would be telling. 
What heart but would with BJifs be fwelUtv^^ 



136 (Epfplian; anH ^tan^fiffuvatfom 

While believing thus, and dwelling 
Upon Joys fo largely Jhed. 

Here has Truth its attejlation, 
Hope its loftiejl elevation, 
Love its keenejl jublimation 

In each true and faithful breajl : 
May the Lord of our profejjion 
Make us, through His IntercejQiion, 
Share the Blifs of the poJeJOTion 

With the Holy Ones at Rejl. 



HROUGH the JUent Midnight-hours, 

When others Jleep, 

We upon our lofty towers 

Long vigils keep ; 

And the Jilver Moon in her orb we trace, 

And can point each Planet's accujlomed place. 

In our jkies of Eajlem night. 

Gleaming afar. 
We have jeen the wondrous Light 
Of Jacob's Jlar : 
We have read in the Book of the Mighty Seer, 
And we know that the * Fulnefs of time ' is near. 

Therefore we leave in hajle 
Our dijlant home ; 




^.fnquttnt wta 9^asf prfncfpf0 WLtbifi. 137 

Therefore o'er the defert wajle 
Gladly we come ; 
The flrjl of the Gentile world to bring 
Our Homage and Gifts to the new-bom King. 

Lo ! from further land than theirs. 

Weary and weak, 
Lord, we come with earnejl prayers 
Thy Face to feek ; 
We come from the land of bondage and chains. 
To the Land where the King in His Beauty reigns. 

Star of Jacob we adore Thee, 

Still our onward feet dire6i ; 
King of kings we bow before Thee, 

Guard and guide Thine own Elefi. 
Us, the Children of the jlranger. 

Received Thine ancient Fold within ; 
Guard us through the paths of danger, 

Guide us from the paths of Jin, 



Hfnquunt tecta ^agi ptfnt(pi0 Withisi. 

O ! the pilgrim Magi 

Leave their Royal Halls, 
And, with Love devoutejl, 
Bethlehem's lowly walls 
Seek with eager footjleps ; 

While firm Faith, which rejls 
Built on Hope unfwerving. 
Triumphs in their breajls. 




138 (Cpfpliati]? antr ^tan^Sffuvatfoti. 

Oh, what joys extatic 

Thrilled each heart, from far 
When, to guide their footjleps, 

Gleamed that Beacon Star, 
0*er that home jb holy 

Pouring down its ray, 
In His Mother's Bofom 

Where the Infant lay. 

There no ivory glijlens, 

Glows no regal gold, 
Nor doth gorgeous purple 

Thofe fair Limbs enfold ; 
But His Court He keepeth 

In a Stable bare, 
His Throne is a Manger, 

Rags His Purple are, 

Cojlly pomps and pageants 

Earthly Kings array; 
He, a mightier Monarch, 

Hath a nobler fway ; 
Straw though be His Pallet, 

Mean His Garb may be. 
Yet with Power tranjcendent 

He all hearts can free. 

At His Crib they worjhip 
Projlrate on the floor ; 

And a God, there prejent. 
In that Babe adore ; 



Hauties! SDea, tifcat per omttfa. 139 

Let us to that Infant 

We, their offspring true, 
Hearts with faith o'erflowing 

Give, our Tribute due, 

Holiejl Love prejenting 

As Gold, to our King ; 
To the Man pure bodies, 

Myrrh-like, chajlely bring ; 
Unto Him, as Incenje, 

Vow and prayer addrejs ; 
So with Offerings meetejl, 

This our God confefs. 



1lautie0 9DeD, trfcat per omma^ 

iOW let our Mother the Church in each 
nation 
Sing to our God with devout Jubilation ; 
Praijing Him for that celejlial 
Voice, which came to realms terrejlrial 

From the Glory that excelled — 
This is My Beloved Son, 
Who My Will hath always done ; 
Let Him be in worjhip held. 

When this Voice around them founded. 
Struck with awe, they fank ajlounded. 

At the Heavenly brilliancy : 
And, upon their faces falling, 




HO (Cpfp|)an? ann ^tanisfigiitatfon. 

Shrank before that ray appalling. 
They, the Apojlolic three. 

Then, their fear and dread allaying, 
Jesus came and touched them, jaying — 
Now, ajide your terror laying. 

Be no more dijlrejQTed. 
From the earth their eyes they raijed. 
On no Form unknown they gazed : 
Only they beheld, amazed, 

Jesus with the rejl. 

Swift revealing all his feeling 
Peter prejfeth, and addrejfeth 

Him with Whom he loves to be — 
LoRD) 'tis good for us to jlay ; 
In the Mount, without delay. 

Make we Tabernacles three : 

One for Thee, the Lord's Messias, 
And for Mofes, and Elias ; 

Each like other build we all : 
It delighteth us to tender 
All the Jervice we can render. 

In this Light celejlial. 

Jesus faid— Ye Jhall not tell. 
In the world, what here befell. 
Till the Son of Man be rijen 
From the Dead, and burjl their prifon. 
Death being vanquijhed, ye Jhall teach. 
And throughout Uie nations preach. 



^ttc to0, S> 9^tttU &urlia teUnqufte. 141 

Joys which ye to know are given 

By the Father's Voice from Heaven. 

Let us then pray Christ, the Fountain 
Of all Grace, that to that Mountain 

He would take us 

Ally and make us 
See what are true Joys : and then. 
We with Peter there remaining. 
And among the Fathers reigning. 
Shall, to all Eternity, 
Contemplate the Trinity j 
And let all things Jay — Amen. 



I^ut tiD0, i© fl^iTeri, feurna vtUnqixitt. 

O Bethlehem, Sinners, hajle 
Your fenfelefs idols leave. 

Which deaf and dumb, debajed 
And blinded vows deceive ; 

For fee ! before your eyes 

The Jhining towers arife. 

Where Very God an inmate lies. 

Lo ! Eajlern Kings are fain 

To travel firjl the road ; 
The Prophets are made plain, 
And e'en the dark abode. 

Where wrapt in error's gloom. 
The Gentiles wait their doom. 
His wondrous Beams of Light illume* 




God's Favour is to each displayed. 

How deep Thy Counjels are, 

O God, Thy Plans how vajl ! 
O wondrous Love which far 
Its firjl degree furpajfed : 
Judaea ! through thy dijgrace, 
The outcajl Gentile race 
Win Life and Glory in thy place. 

Now from the olive root 

Its native boughs decay ; 
Degenerate, void of fruit. 
Adulterous offspring, they ; 
With wonder we behold 
New Jhoots Jupplant the old. 
Strange flowers and foliage unfold. 

The noble olive Stem 




H3 



%^t (BuiUfng; &tar. 

S with Gladnejs men of old 
Did the guiding Star behold ; 
As with joy they hailed its Light, 
Leading onward, beaming bright ; 

Soy mojl Gracious Lord, may we 

Evermore be led to Thee. 

As with Joyful Jleps they fped 

To that lowly Manger-bed, 

There to bend the knee before 

Him Whom Heaven and earth adore ; 

So may we with willing feet 

Ever feek the Mercy-Jeat. 

As they offered Gifts mojl rare 

At that Manger rude and bare ; 

So may we with holy joy. 

Pure and free from Jin's alloy, 

All our cojlliejl Treafures bring, 

Christ, to Thee our Heavenly King. 

Holy Jesus, every day 
Keep us in the narrow way ; 
And, when earthly things are pajl, 
Bring our ranjbmed Souls at lajl 
Where they need no Star to guide, 
Where no clouds Thy Glory hide. 




144 (Cpfp!)dn|? atib Ctanisffigiitatfon. 

In the Heavenly Country bright 
Need they no created light ; 
Thou its Lighty its Joy, its Crown, 
Thou its Sun which goes not down ; 
There for ever may we Jing 
Alleluias to our King. 



Cl^rtS, tl^toug;'^ grieC anH toil toe come* 

HRIST, through grief and toil we come. 
Seeking Thy Eternal Home ; 
On the weary way and far 
Shine Thou forth, our Hope and Star ; 
When by doubt and danger tried 
Send Thy Wijdom for our guide. 

As the Wife Men brought of old 
Myrrh and Frankincenje and Gold ; 
King-like Gifts adoring poured 
At Thy Feet, Incarnate Lord ; 
So would we Oblations meet 
Offer at Thy Mercy-Jeat. 

Adoration, Lord, we bring 
Unto Thee, our rifen King ; 
To our prayers, O God, attend, 
When as Incenfe they ascend ; 
Broken heart and holy Jighs, 
Saviour, Thou wilt not defpifc. 




flD nata %ux tie JLamint. 145 

LoRDy when near our journey's end, 
With frejh hopes Thy Saints defend ; 
May Thy Light around us Jhine, 
Till we reach Thy Houfe Divine, 
And behold Thee Face to face 
In Thine own abiding Place. 



S> nata %\ix tie Humine. 

LIGHT of Light, Lord Jesu, 

Redeemer of mankind. 
Our prayers and praifes deign accept 

With fweet and gracious Mind. 

Who for lojl Jinners didjl not 

Dijdain the Virgin's Womb, 
Help, Lord, that living Members we 

Of Thy Blejl Self become. 

Thy Face — the Sun outjhining. 

Thy Raiment fnowy white. 
To worthy Witnejfes Jhone forth 

Upon that Mountain-height. 

Seers from their children hidden. 
Thou didjl unite with Thine ; 

And give Thyfelf, in Faith, to each 
As God with Power Divine. 

Thee out of Heaven the Father 
Proclaimed His Only Son, 



146 (Cpfpl^ani? anb Ctan0fio:tttation« 

Whom we with loyal hearts and true 
The King of Glory own. 

Grant us, we pray, to brighten 

In life's mild charities, 
That unto Heaven and all its Joys 

On deeds of good we rije. 



g|m abenti iiUnlit He fl^otgenttern. 

HE wondering Sages trace from far, 
Bright in the wejl, the Morning-Jlar ; 
A Light illumes the wejlem Jkies, 
Seen never in the eajl to riJe. 

Eternity produced its blaze. 
Time's fullnejs hails its nearer rays ; 
Its brightnejs chafes night away. 
And kindles darknejs into day. 

O Jesu ! brightejl Morning-Jlar, 

Shed forth Thy Beams both near and far, 

That all, in theje our later days. 

May know Thee, and proclaim Thy Praije. 





H7 



^f)Du %^at art tje ifatjer^ aaiom. 

HOU That art the Father's Word, 
Thou That art the Lamb of God, 
Thou That art the Virgin's Son, 
Thou That favejl Souls undone. 
Sacred Sacrifice for Jin, 
Fount of Piety within, 

Hail! Lord Jesus. 

Thou to Whom Thine Angels raije 
Quiring fongs of fweetejl praife, 
Thou That art the Flower and Fruit, 
Virgin-born from JeJJe's Root, 
Shedding holy Peace abroad, 
PerfeS Man and PerfeS God, 

Hail! Lord Jesus. 

Thou That art the Door of Heaven, 
Living Bread in Mercy given, 
Brightnefs of the Father's Face, 
Everlajling Prince of Peace, 
Precious Pearl beyond all price, 
Brightejl Star in all the Jkies, 

Hail! Lord Jesus. 

King and Spouje of holy hearts. 
Fount of Love that ne'er departs. 




148 (Epfp|)an? ann ^an^fisucatfon. 

Sweetejl Life, and Brightejl Day, 
Truejl Truth, and furejl Way 
That leads onward to the blej^ 
Sabbath of Eternal Rejl, 

Hail! Lord Jesus. 



^m lapCu tacitD Stella lDquae(&u0. 

HE Star before doth JHUy glide 
With gently-jpeaking rays. 
The Seers purjue the wondrous Guide 
With earnejl feet and gaze ; 
And now the Heaven-led Wanderers come 
To towering Salem's mountain home. 

And there have lojl the friendly Star, 
As in his darkling mid career 
The Star dejerts the mariner 
On nightly feas afar. 

They little deem of envious arts, 

No princely wrath they fear. 
But for their King, with guilelejs hearts, 

They feek both far and near ; 
Faith ne'er Jhall Jimple hearts deceive. 
For though the Heavenly Star may leave. 

From Holy Writ breaks forth the Light ; 
The Strangers to the King are brought. 
By His own People /et at naught. 

And witnejs the dread Jight. 




149 



EE ! from where the purple morning 
Gladdens o'er the dark blue Jky, 
With its glorious tints adorning 
All the fading canopy. 
Kings their royal Offerings bearing 

Myrrh, and Frankincenfe, and Gold, 
In a Myjlery declaring 

What the Prophets had foretold : 
Firjl with Incenje Jweet adoring 
Him th' Eternal Lord of all ; 
Then at His blejl Feet outpouring 

Gold, as humble fubJeSs fall ; 
Lajl, the bitter Myrrh, in token 

Of His Manhood fad and grieved. 
Of His Wounds, and Body broken. 
Of His Mother Jo bereaved. 



i^untmm \>ohi0 fero tie &upertii0. 

jlO earth from Heaven glad Tidings I un- 
fold— 
The Angel cries — Christ Lord of 
world is born 
In Bethlehem Judah, as the Seers foretold. 
This hallowed Motiu 




150 (Cpfplian? ann Ctan^Ssutatiom 

Him do the joyful Choir of Angels Jing, 

The Star declares ; Him eajlem Princes greet, 
And myjlic Gifts in adoration bring. 
Oblations meet ; 

Incenje to God, and Myrrh to grace His Tomb, 

For tribute to their King, a Golden Jlore ; 
One they revere. Three with three Offerings come, 
And Three adore. 



SLn (Cienfnff <Cpfp|)anp l^pmn. 

WEET Babe, That wrapt in twilight 
Jhade, 
Upon Thy Mother's Lap wajl laid, 
Grant, Holy Jesus, grant that we 
May imitate Thine Infancy. 

And when we jeek our lowly bed. 
While midnight darkens o'er our head. 
From ravening wolves, kind Shepherd, keep 
This little flock of Thy poor Jheep. 

Speak Peace unto our Souls, and tell 
Of Heavenly Joys with Thee that dwell ; 
So Jhall our Spirit, all night long. 
Sing to our God her thankful Jong. 

Thus, as the dying day grows dim. 
To God we raife our evening hymn ; 
And laud, with Heaven's bright Angel-hojl, 
The Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 





151 



(Bo% iFtanMncenre, airt fl^pttj* 

OLD, Frankincenje, and Myrrh — 
The eajlern Sages gave : 
My heart, what canjl thou here confer 
On Him Who earth did fave ? 

Oft art thou fin's Jad thrall. 

Oft tempt*Jl the Vengeance-rod, 
And He is Boundlejs Lord of all. 

The Everlajling God. 

What canJl thou, then, bejlow ? 

O Wonder, Jweet as rare. 
Thy Lord, thy God, Who Jhared thy woe. 

He will accept thy prayer. 

The lowly prayer of Jin, 

The praije of love-fraught fear, 
His facred Temple's courts within. 

Before Him breathe them here. 

Lord, at Thy Feet we fall, 

ImperfeS Gifts we own ; 
Our works, our prayers, our praifes all 

Are Thine, and Thine alone. 




152 (Cpiplian? atin Ctati^fiffutation» 
Tiatttmv Itibit 9^att{0 (EceleOae fancta 

IS the Feajl of the Change tfiat Jo ra- 
pidly ended — 
Ohjfweet be the prayers. Mother dear, 
that we pray — 
When the Vijion from Glory on Tabor dejcended 
And Godhead through Flejh jhone, outjhining 
the day. 

Here, before the three Saints, Jhines the Word in 

His Power, 
O'er the darknefs of Nature flinging Light like the 

Sun ; 
While in jplendour, and near Him, Jland to wit- 

nejs the hour 
Two WitneJJes bright, upon either hand one. 

Joy breaks on the JUence which follows thefe 
Wonders, 

While wondering Peter Jpeaks of the Shrine : 

And a bright Cloud defcends, from which, /peak- 
ing in thunder. 

The Father declares that His Son is Divine. 

The Three fall to earth, while thofe Accents float 

o'er them. 
And Power feals their lips and darkens their eyes; 



Si0 ^tMSl Ot ^ifS^U 153 

Till the Saviour draws near them to raije and 

rejlore them. 
And bid them be JUent until He arije. 

That Day mortal eyes faw the Sun of Uprightnejs, 
The jplendoorof Gracemarks what Glory Jhall be ; 
When that Marvellous Sun goeth forth in His 

Brightnefs, 
Which only our nature forbids us to Jee. 

Oh, may we, with His Saints, through His Mercy» 

be tended. 
And that Face, which to-day Jh(me, Jhine on us 

for aye, 
With juch Glory as then upon Jesus defcended ; 
O jweet Mother dear, be the prayers that we pray. 



SL0 &tax0 ot ^ie^u 

S Jlars of night, when morn is near, 
The Jhadowy Prophets disappear ; 
And lo ! with healing in His Wings, 
The Sun of Righteoufnejs upfprings : 

One Star of Morn, yet lingering, one, 

Rijes the Herald of that Sun ; 

One Voice that foon Jhall Jbund abroad — 

Behold ! behold ! the Lamb of God, 

Hark ! from that cloud of Angels bright^ 
What Heavenly mujic charms the night 




And lo ! the Star-led Magi hajle 
To Salem, o'er the Eajlern wajle : 
The Wondrous Infant is not here ; 
Yet is high-fated Bethlehem near : 
The Heavenly Manger they explore, 
Difplay their Treafures, and adore 
With Frankincenje, with Gold, and Myrrh, 
The God, the King, the Pajfover. 

Ah, Jhall I view, nor with them kneel ? 
A Chrijlian, Jhort of Pagan zeal ! 
I'll ope the cajket of my heart ; 
The Gold of bounty thence impart, 
The Myrrh of penitential tears. 
The Frankincenje of praije and prayers : 
My God, my Saviour, and my King 
Accept, Thine Own, the Gifts I bring. 



Bttyit^tm anH %ahov. 155 

All the Glory then /eemed o*er 
Which was ever Thine before, 
Christ, Thy Throne a Jlable floor. 
Whom the highejl Heavens adore. 

Thou of nine-fold Orders blejl, 
In the realm of Life confeji, 
Then for us didjl deign to rejl 
On the Mother-maiden's Breaji. 

Truly this the Mountain-height, 
Whence the very Light of Light, 
Streaming out upon the night. 
Made the earth's dark places bright. 

Thou the Lord of all the years, • 
Maker of the countlejs Jpheres, 
Knew^Jl our human wants and fears, 
Liv'djl a Life of toil and tears. 

Three-and-thirty years of woe, 
Thou for man didJl undergo ; 
Crofs and PaJJion, Scourge and Blow, 
Not a pain wouldjl Thou forego. 

God Incarnate ! Theme mojl high. 
Ring it out in melody : 
Let our Carols pierce the Jky, 
Jesus takes Mortality. 

Fairer far than Tabor's Grace, 
Now, O Lord, Thy Dwelling-place ; 
There may we behold Thy Face, 
Only Hope of Jinful race. 




156 (Epfplani? anil Ctanstfisuratfott 



«Efoti S^amfeS in t^z jFleQi« 

IRAISE the Lord, ye Heavens above ; 
Anjwer back, O earth again ; 
Robed in Mercy, veiled in Love, 
God is Manifejl to men. 

Spread His glorious Praife abroad. 

Of His Loving-mercy Jing, 
Sing ye praijes to our God, 

Sing ye praijes to our King. 

Though He in a Manger lies, 

He is Lord of Heaven and earth. 

Hell before Him moved doth rije. 
Death is trembling at His Birth. 

Guided by His leading Star 
To the Footjlool of your King, 

Come ! ye nations, from afar. 
And your hearts as tribute bring. 

Bring your Gold, an offering meet. 

All your richejl treafures lay. 
Come! and lay them at the Feet 

Of your Infant King to-day. 

Incenfe of the loving Soul 

Offer in His poor Abode, 
Let its clouds of perfume roll 

Round the Infant Son of God. 



iD &dtDr return IBleparator atbU 157 

Myrrh, the emblem of that Faith, 
Which, through all His Sorrows, can 

See the Life which fprings from death. 
Offer to the Son of Man. 

He hath rent the parting Veil, 
He hath made the nations one, 

O ye faved nations, hail ! 

Come ! and hail th' Eternal Son. 

Come ! with Faith ferene and furc. 
Do His Will and tread His Ways ;, 

Come ! with hearts uplift and pure ; 
Come ! with endlejs fongs of praife* 



iD ^ator rerum ISleparator aetL 

HE World's Rejlorer, Christ, of kings 
the King, 
Builder of all, Dread Judge upon Thy 
Throne, 

Here, on the prayers we pour, the lauds we Jing, 

Look kindly dpwn. 

To Thee our vows of praife, at night's dim fall, 
We pay ; vouchfafe our vows of praife to greet, 
And cheer us, Spring of Light perennial. 

With concord fweet. 

'Twixt Mofes and Elias, Seers fupreme. 

Thy white Vejl whiter than the driven fnow^ 




158 (Epfpl^an; anb transfigurations 

With Vijage brighter than the Sun's bright beam, 
Forth didjl Thou glow. 

The Father greets Thee, God the Father's 
Son, 
Before Thy Face the holy Angels bow ; 
The Way, the Life, the world's Salvation 
And Glory Thou. 



^^e 9^ao1 at t%t 9^ang:er« 

EE them bending in the Manger, 
Sages who have come from far 
To behold the Heavenly Stranger, 
Guided by His herald Star. 
See, on high, that bright attendant 
Paufe to point their journey done, 
Where, with Righteoufnefs refplendent. 
Smiles in clouds the New-born Sun. 

To that Sun the Sages kneeling, 

And their Treafures opening, view ; 
May I Jhare their holy feeling, 

Kneel, and ope my bofom too ; 
Well they come to gaze with gladnefs. 

Well with gladnefs they return, 
Thofe may bid adieu to fadnefs 

Who a Saviour theirs difcern. 

Well the wondrous fcene engages 
All that have a heart to bring : 





i^otum &itiu0 txovituv. 159 

Angels, Shepherds, Saints, and Sages, 
Clujiered here, adore your King : 

Let me Join the happy Legion, 
Varied, vajl, yet one in Love ; 

Join on earth, and in the Region 
Where they circle Christ above. 



O ! the new-bom Star appearing 
. Brightly Jheds its myjlic Light, 
High in Heaven the Standard rearing 
Of Messiah's conquering Might. 

Vain the Jlrength of powers rebelling, 
Vain their fierce and cruel boajls ; 

Hark ! the Songs of triumph /welling 
From Messiah's gathering Hojls. 

Bannered Legions long contending 
Watch their Jlandard waving high. 

Then, in fiercer conflid blending. 
Fiercer jlrive for viSory, 

Of our Jlrife the Banner glorious 
Christ Himjelf, in Myjlery Blejl, 

Christ our Triumph, Christ ViSorious, 
Reigning in triumphal Rejl. 




i6o (EpCp^ani? airt %van0Usavation. 



flDn Cabot'g amount* 

N Tabor's Mount how canjl thou hope 
to Jland, 
Asjloodof yore thoje highly-favoured 
Three : 
Weak Soul, unready at thy Lord's Command, 

To watch one hour at fad Gethfemane : 
Oh, how thy Saviour's Glory think to Jharc, 
Shunning thy Saviour's Agony and Prayer ? 

They who beheld the Garments glijlering white, 
Mujl yet behold thoJe Garments dyed with red ; 
ThoJe dazzled eyes, that fail with Heavenly Light, 
MuJl fee with darknefs the whole land o'er- 
fpread : 
If Glory's crown His facred Brow adorns, 
That facred Brow muJl languijh, pierced with 
thorns. 

To Him Whom Law and Prophets both foretold ; 

Him Who the Law and Prophets both fulfilled ; 
Mofes, meek Leader of the Church of old. 

And jiern Elias come, their place to yield : 
The Vijion fades away, and Jide by Jide, 
Between two Thieves they view Him crucified. 

And they muJl forth, if they would win their crown ; 
(Was ever Servant greater than his Lord ?) 



H) Cola mag:nantm ?Er&ium^ 1 6 1 

One on the crofs, with head fufpended down ; 

One the firjl viSim to the tyrant's fword ; 
Long years mujl prove the third, ere fummoned 

home 
He claim his palm of life-long Martyrdom. 

Thus Zion's hill rifeth, exceeding fair. 

And thoU| weak Soul, would reach its height 
fublime ; 

But canjl thou Jloop, thy daily crofs to bear, 
In forrow plant thy foot, in patience climb ? 

Count thou the coji, timely the dangers count ; 

So may He help Thee to ajcend His Mount. 



iD Cola magnarum WLtbinm. 

HE noblejl cities upon earth 

MuJl yield, O Bethlehem, to thee ; 
'Twas thine to give myjlerious Birth 
To Christ, th' Incarnate Deity. 

More glorious than the Sun at morn. 
Thy Herald-Jlar its rays unfurled, 

Proclaiming that the Babe was bom, 
Whofe Power jhould fave a dying world. 

Drawn by its guiding light from far. 

The Sages at His Cradle meet, 
With Gold^ and Frankincenfe, and Myrrh, 

To worjhip at His jacred Feet, 
M 





i62 (Epfp^an; anH ^ranjSSguratfon^ 

Nor vain their myjlic Offering — 

The Incenfe owned the Child as God : 

The Gold did homage to the King : 

The Myrrh His Death and Burial Jhowed. 



^Sete are ^^ree (Biftsf* 

HERE are three Gifts, three Homages, 
Three Offerings of Love intenfe, 
The Chrijlian Soul mujl bring; andthefe 
Are Gold, and Myrrh, and Frank- 
incenfe. 

The offering to God's AfpeS 

Of all the Judgment can unfold, 
The homage of the intellefi, 

The light of Wifdom— this is Gold. 

To bow JubmiJJive to the rod. 

Meekly the Jhafts of Jpite to bear. 
To raije the broken heart to God 

In loving Patience — this is Myrrh. 

To try the Gold, and purify 

The Gift of Myrrh, by raijing hence 

The Soul in ardent prayer on high — 
This, the bejl Gift of Frankincenfe. 

Thy Myrrh were wormwood. Gold were drofs, 
Unhallowed by the prayer of Love ; 

Then hajle thee to the bleJOfed Crofs, 
Vain elje thy hopes to rife above. 



Coeleftfsf JFormam (Blotfae* 163 

And, Chrijlian Soul, jince round thee jiand 
Angels, to bear thy treafure hence ; 

Be thme the care to fill their hand 

With Gold, and Myrrh, and Frankinccnje. 

And Jince in golden cenfers, they, 

Ceafele/s to God, theje Offerings bear, 

Be thine the tajk, by watching aye. 
New Jlores of Grace to forward there. 



Co£l£ftf0 if ormam (Blorfae. 

GLORIOUS fcene, and pajing fair. 
The Church triumphant hopes to Jhare, 
Which Christ above the folar blaze 
Refplendent, on the Mount difplays. 

O Wonder every age Jhall hear, 
When He to three Dijciples dear, 
With Mofes and Elias, thence 
Speaks Words of gracious eloquence. 

The WitneJJes of Grace at hand. 
Of Law and Prophets wondering jland ; 
The Father's Mandate from the Cloud 
Proclaims His Only Son aloud. 

With glijiening Face and jhining Robe 
Christ teacheth this terrejlrial globe. 
What honour Jhall reward the Jujl, 
Who in their God devoutly trujl. 




i64 (Epfpl^ati? ann ^ran0Sg;uratfon. 

Lo ! the myjlerioas Vijion nigh, 
Lifts every faithful heart on high ; 
And we with voice exulting raijc 
To Heaven our fejlal hymns of praife. 

%\ix alma Jztu. 

IGHT of the anxious heart, 
Jesu, Thou dojl appear, 
To bid the gloom of guilt depart. 
And Jhed Thy Sweetnejs here. 

Joyous is he with whom, 

God's Word, Thou dojl abide. 

Sweet Light of our eternal Home, 
To flejhly Jenfe denied. 

Brightnefs of God above. 

Unfathomable Grace, 
Thy Prefence be a fount of Love 

Within Thy chojen place. 




i^uae &teUa Cole pulcl^tfoti 



m 



HAT Star is this that beams abroa 
More beauteous than the Sur 
bright ray ? 
It tells the fpring 
Of the new-born King, 
And to the Cradle of our God 
Doth point the way. 



flDuae fetella Cole pulcf)r(or ? 1 65 

Faith with the ancient Prophet jlands — 
Behold ! from Jacob's hill, a Star 

Doth brightly rife 

To arrejl all eyes ; 
Whereat ereS the Eajlern lands 

Shine out afar. 

While fpeaks without the Star benign, 
Yet clearer Jhines the Light within ; 

Whofe rays* jweet force, 

O'er their defert courje, 
To feek the Giver of the Sign, 

The Three doth win. 

Impatient Love knows no delay : 

Their hearts nor toil nor peril grieve ; 

At God's high Call, 

From their father's hall 
They hajle ; and kindred far away 

And country leave. 

Thy jhining Star of Grace, O Christ, 
Our Jlep invites ; then JufFer not 

Our cloudy heart, 

From its Life apart, 
Thine Heavenly Radiance to rejijl, 

Thy Sun to blot. 




^^^^^M 

^^^^^^^m 



PART IV. 

THE BETRATAL, PASSION, CRUCI- 
FIXION, AND ENTOMBMENT. 

(Boon ifrftia?. 



HE awful noontide gloom is o'er. 
The darknejs ebbs away ; 
The Maries linger to adore : 
O, let us with them pray ! 



Yea, let us linger 'neath the Crojs 
Where hangs the Lord of Life ; 

Now let us weep their bitter lofs, 
And mourn our carnal Jlrife. 

More calmly now each pajl offence 
May we in grief re-view, 

And weep our vanijhed innocence. 
And feel defpair our due. 




(Boon ifrftiap* 167 

Yet He upon the Crofs Who lies 

For us hath pardon won ; 
Thence blend we comfort with our jighs, 

And laud the Glorious Son. 

The hours creep on — O rejl we here 

Beneath the Crofs's jhade ! 
We'll keep our vigil, jad yet dear, 

Till low our Lord is laid. 



See ! Jofeph comes with Spices' Jlore; 

See Nicodemus aid : 
They gaze upon their Lord once more 

While daylight's rays do fade. 

With pious hajle and pious awe 
They jbon their tajk complete ; 

From thoje blejl Hands the nails they draw 
And free thofe facred Feet. 

Then down the Blefsed Form they bear. 

And low on earth do lay. 
And weeping bend in Jilent prayer. 

Yet fcarce for tears can pray. 

Now fee that gracious Company, 

The Maries, true S. John, 
And thofe twain Lords of high degree 

Who raife and bear Him on. 

They bear Him to the new-hewn Tomb : 
There down their Lord they fet, 




i68 <w^t ^affion. 

And leave Him in that facred gloom, 
Their Lord, their Saviour yet. 

O Jilent tears, O Jighs of pain, 
How flowed ye fajl and free ! 

For them, for us, the Lamb was jlain 
To all Eternity. 



£irpfce inUmi SDeu0 fpCe %ism. 

EE ! where in Jhame the God of Glory 
hangs, 
AH bathed in His own Blood : 
See ! how the nails pierce with a thoufand 
pangs 
Thoje Hands Jo good. 

Th' All-holy, as a Minijler of ill. 

Betwixt two Thieves they place ; 

Oh, deed unjujl ! yet Juch the cruel will 
Of Ijrael's race. 

Pale grows His Face, and fixed His languid Eye; 

His wearied Head He bends ; 
And rich in Merits, forth with one loud Cry 

His Spirit fends. 

O heart more hard than iron, not to weep 

At this ; thy Jin it was 
That wrought His Death; of all theje torments deep 

Thou art the caufe* 




169 



l^olo t^M 31 100& upon t^at Broto ? 

OW Jhall I look upon that Brow 

That was crowned with thorns for me? 
How Jhall I lift my Jinful eyes, 
Thoje glorious Eyes to Jce ? 

How Jhall I dare to look upon 

The pierced Hands and Feet, 
When all the dead in Christ Jhall rife 

Their Rijen Lord to meet ? 

How Jhall I venture, Holy Lord, 

To come before Thee now, 
With the Jlain of Jin on my evil heart, 

With its mark on my weary brow ? 

My waywardness, my wilfulness, 

The Jins I dare not name, 
To the Lord of Life have given death. 

To the Lord of Glory Jhame. 

The lame and blind were hated 

Ofholy David's Soul; 
They came to Thee In the Temple, Lord, 

And Thou didjl make them whole. 

The leper dared not Jit or rejl 

Where trace of man had been ; 
Yet didJl Thou deign, All-merciful, 

To touch, and make him clean. 



170 %^t ^afllDn. 

There arc fome from whom the pure will Jhrink 

And Jhun their face to fee. 
But the harlot and the publican 

Thou calledjl unto Thee. 

And when Thy blejQTed Hands were pierced 

Upon the bitter Tree, 
Even in that hour of Agony 

Thou didjl think with love of me. 

Alas ! I knew not what I did, 

I know not what I do, 
When by my /ins I crucify 

The Son of God anew. 

I only know that I am vile, 

More vile than words can jay. 
And I know that Jesus did not will 

That the worjl be cajl away. 

HOLY Dove, ajjljl my love. 

Give my Soul fwift wings to fly. 
And reach the Palm, whofe wondroi 
balm 

Fragrance yields that fills the Jky : 
There God our Lord, th' Incarnate Word, 
Glorious Friend of our lojl race, 




(Ccqu(0 Um0 Colum&f na0. 1 7 1 

My heart, awake ! O Jesu, take 

Pity ; Jave me ; refuge give ; 
And open wide Thy bleeding Side : 

Hidden there my Soul Jhall live, 
And Peaceful dwell, fecure from Hell, 

Free from every worldly jhare : 
No mountain cave fuch rejl e'er gave 

Hunted wanderers Jheltered there. 

O Love Divine, for ever mine, 

Didjl Thou fuffer. Lord, for me 
Amazing lofs ? and did the Crofs 

Wring Thy Soul with agony ? 
Yes, Lord, that Tree did torture Thee, 

Though no Jin at all was Thine : 
For my foul guilt Thy Blood was fpilt ; 

Life now through Thy Death is mine. 

It feems too much to make me fuch, 

Dearejl Lord, as Thou hajl done ; 
Oh, while I live, myjelf I give : 

Take the heart which Thou hajl won : 
O blejfed Love, born from above, 

Unconquered Thou, while conquering all ; 
Before Thy Breath, Jlronger than death, 

Harmlefs all his darts mujl fall. 

Though dead in jins, new life begins, 
Wrought in me by Love's Jweet might : 

lUujlrious fire, bum on : blaze higher : 
Melt this frozen heart outright : 




172 %liz piflIon« 

O Christ, inflame, through Thy dear Name, 
My loved Soul with Love of Thee ; 

To hold Thee ever, to leave Thee never— 
Give, Oh, give thi$ power to me. 



CSe (Brief of ^ltatuvt^. 

HROIJGH miry paths I laboured on ; 
Dark fell the mijl, I could not fee ; 
But when my feet were almojl gone, 
A Voicefaid — Turn, and look on Me. 

Who com*Jl Thou, taunted like a thief 
By hard men, joyous in Thy fall ? 

Who art Thou, yearning pale with grief 
To fome friend in the Judgment-hall ? 

O glance too kind for broken vow. 

For crime jinned often and afrejh ! 
O thorns, that wring the purejl Brow 

Made ever yet from human flejh ! 

printed Hands, O printed Feet, 

O Side, dug to the quick with Jleel ! 

1 marvel, but no anjwering heat 

Strikes through my breajl, to make it feel. 

Ah Lord ! but if Thy Grace impart 

True forrow for my inward jlain, 
That look will pierce me to the heart. 

That crown will tear me to the brain. 



^Je l&Dlp feepulcSte* 1 73 

Thoje marks upon Thy Feet and Hands, 

That furrow in Thy jinlejs Side, 
Will fear me as with iron brands 

While I with Thee hang crucified. 

Nay, but the World — too far, too much 
She lures me with her power to pleafe. 

How can I bear Thy healing touch 
To rob me of my Jweet difeafe ? 

For even again that path of mire. 

That dim place, where the mijl came down. 
Seems, for its joy, worth endlefs fire. 

Such dreams my Soul in poijbn drown. 

I bathe me in a falje delight. 

Chew dujl for bread : yet, Lord, I pray, 
Come, for without Thee day is night, 

Come now, for with Thee night is day. 

Yea, by Thy Love, Thy Toil to fave. 

Thy Prayer, Thy Groans, Thy Bloody Sweat, 

Thy Death, Thy Rifmg from the Grave, 
Look down from Heaven, and hear me yet. 



^Se !&Dlp feepulcSre- 

Y Jesus* Grave on either hand. 
While night is brooding o'er the land, 
The fad and jilent Mourners Jland. 




174 ^^t pafllDn^ 

At lajl the weary Life is o*er, 
The Agony and ConfliS fore, 
Of Him Who all our fuiferings bore. 

Deep in the Rock's Sepulchral Jhade 

The Lord, by Whom the world was made. 

The Saviour of mankind, is laid. 

O hearts bereaved and Jbre dijlrejl, 

Here is for you a place of rejl, 

Here leave your griefs on Jesus' Breajl. 

So when the Day-jpring from on High 
Shall chafe the night and fill the Jky, 
Then Jhall the Lord again draw nigh. 



9Da0 fireu; ift tiennoct sut. 

HE Crofs is ever good, 
Although with tears bedewed ; 
A Father's Hand from Heaven 
This very Crojs has given. 
Take it as children jhould : 
What bitter is at prejent, 
We own ere long as pleajant, 
It is fo good, fo good. 

The Crojs is ever fair ; 
And though no beauty there 
The eye of fight difcerneth, 
Such glory round it burneth, 




2Da0 fereuj (ft liennocj jut 175 

That watching Angels wear 
Sweet looks of joy and wonder 
As' on the Crofs they ponder. 

It is fo fair, Jo fair. 

And with the Crojs is light : 

Before it nought aright 

Of thine own felf thou knowejl, 

While unto it thou owejl, 

Of God the flrjl true Jight. 

The Crojs in darknefs finds thee, 
But Jcatters all that binds thee : 

For with the Crofs is light. 

The Crojs makes all things pure : 

No falfehood can endure 

Its coming ; guilt, long hidden, 

Arijes then unbidden ; 

And though fevere the cure. 
At forrow's touch mujl perijh 
The fms we fain would cherijh, 

It makes fo pure, fo pure. 

The Crofs makes man fo fmall. 

His proudejl hopes muJl fall. 

Their glory fajl difpelling 

The while the Crofs is telling 

That God alone is All ; 
That only He is Holy, 
And muJl be worjhipped folely, 

Man is fo fmall, fo fmall. 



176 ^ie f^afllDm 

The Crofs to me is dear^ 

It brings the Saviour near ; 

And, worldly joy rejigning, 

I take it unrepining. 

Lord of the Crojs *tis here 
My life, my all I tender 
To Thee, in full furrender, 

And thus the Crofs is dear. 



&ctola Ctuc(0, &c]^Dla ?lucf0. 



m 



ENEATH Thy Crofs I Jland 
Jesus, my Saviour, turn and look on 

me: 
Oh, who are thefe that on either hand 
Are crucified with Thee, 

The one that turns away 
With fuUen Jcoffing lip, and one whoje eyes 
Clofe o'er the words — ^Yet Jhalt thou be this day 

With Me in Paradife. 

Here would I fain behold 
This twofold Myjlery ; Love's battle won, 
Its warfare ended, and its ranfom told, 

Its conquejl but begun. 

I fay not to Thee now — 
Come from the Crofs, and then I will believe : 
Oh, lift me to Thee, and teach me how 

To love and how to grieve. 



WLtmvtmixv Cruc W %lemm^ 177 

I tracked Thy Footjleps long. 
For where Thou wert, there would Thy Servant be ; 
But now methought the jUence» now the throng 

Would part me Jlill from Thee. 

I jbught Thee *mid the leaves, 
I found Thee on the dry and blajled Tree ; 
I faw Thee not until I Jaw the Thieves 

There crucified with Thee, 



WLzntvtmnv Cntcf0 %lisn\xnu 

AIL to the Crofs ! The Wood which bore 
The cojlly Price, which did rejlore 

The Univerje to-day ; 
This is the hallowed Sign we know 
By which we vanquijh every foe 
And fcare each jin away. 

By Eden's tree the Father failed, 
And forrow on his fon entailed 

Through ages yet to be ; 
Upon this other Woo4 — ^a Crojs, 
Our God repaired our every lofs 

Asjinful, Sinlefs He, 

The Triumphs of the Crofs we Jing 
That to the world did Blejfing bring, 
Thou art the Banner of our King ; 
By thee we mount ; to thee we cling ; 
Do thou to Glory guide us. 

N 





178 %^t )^afllDn« 

Lord, Who didjl blcfs the Crojsy give car ; 
Thouy Whofe Death conquered death and fear. 
Lead us, our JufFerings over here. 
To thofe fure Joys Thy PaJJion dear 
And Sorrow did provide us. 



%it aaiap of &DrtDto0^ 

LORD, the wildemefs to me 
A very Paradije Jhall be, 

Since Thou for forty days wajl there. 
In Fajling, Solitude, and Prayer. 

Unworthy though theje feet to rejl 

On ground Thy Footjleps once have blejl, 

The Way of Sorrows Jhall be mine. 
Made fweet becaufe it firjl was Thine. 

Lord, let me find jbme lowly place 
Where I may Jeek Thy pitying Face, 

And plead with Thee by Olivet, 
By Agony, and Bloody Sweat. 

Some quiet aijle or dim recejs 
Shall make for me a wildernefs ; 

And Jurely Angels Jhall be there 
To wait on penitence and prayer. 

Nor is this all : for I would know 

The depth of Jhame, the. crown of woe. 



%^t Hjfng; Mlorli0 of 3efu0* 179 

Stand by the Jlricken Mother's Jide, 
While Thou art mocked and crucified. 

And then in hours of faddejl gloom 
I Jlill will watch around Thy Tomb, 

Till with the day new Joy be bom, 
And Thou Jhalt rije on Eajler-mom. 

Oh, blejjed thought, that faith can fee 

In every Altar — Calvary, 
Find there the loving Arms outfpread, 

And fall before the fallen Head. 

Come King of Kings, come Light of Light : 
The Bride awaits the day all bright. 

When Jhe Jhall lift, her mourning o'er, 
The Jhout of Pajchal Joy once more. 

%^z Hpfnff movh9 of 3Iefu0^ 

j|ROTHER in Christ ! thy heart 
prepare, 
Gird up thy loins, and mount with me 
In Soul yon Blood-Jlained heights, to 
jhare 
The Sight which Angels wondering fee : 
Hear on this Jpot of holy ground 
Thy Saviour's dying Words refound, 

And take to thee their Jlrength Divine ; 
For they can richejl folace lend 
Through life— yea, and when life Jhall end, 
Such only Comfort jhall be thine. 




i8o ^]^e l^afliDm 

O loving Heart, O pitying Eyes, 

Such Look that on His murderers threw : 
Forgive ! — amidjl His Pain He cries — 

They know not, Father, what they do. 
Lover of men, Thy fuppliant Prayer 
Afcends for thofe who nail Thee there. 

Who on Thy Grief with mockeries gaze* 
O man, by vengeful pajjions driven. 
Behold Thy bright Example given. 

And pray as thy Redeemer prays. 

?S^o{li, lit iWo4^er« 
What pattern of AfFeSion large. 

When, rijing thoufand pangs above. 
He recommends the filial Charge 

To the Difciple of His Love. 
Mujl I my own beloved ones fee 
Weep round my dying bed for me ? 

This Word jhall fweetejl comfort bring : 
To Him whoje latejl Mandate kind 
Cared for the Friends He left behind. 

Shall thofe I leave for fuccour cling. 

^o^na^ tbuU ti)ou ht Mti iWte in I^ataHife. 
Ho ! fm-Jick Souls, difpel your fears ; 

Trujl, and be faved : in Christ confide : 
Hear how the world's Redeemer cheers 

The contrite Jinner by His Side. 



%lt Upfno: Mlort»0 of gieCug^ 1 8 1 

He faith, confoling— Thou Jhalt be 
Tonday in Paradife with Me. 

Such light at death's dark gate be mine : 
So may I hear Thy Jlrengthening Voice, 
Such Watch-word fweet my heart rejoice, 

When in the lajl dread Jlrife I join. 

Mt <S^oti, Ml <Sfotit t»M !)aa Z^m forfaften M^* 
How jharp the Jin-avenging Rod 

That urged Him, hanging on the Tree, 
Loudly to cry — My God, My God, 

Wherefore hajl Thou forfaken Me ? 
Yet thus in nature's weakejl hour, 
When darknejs o'er His Soul hath power. 

His Heart's firm trujl is unforgot. 
I too the Cup of grief Jhall drain : 
My Jinking Soul Jhall cry, through pain — 

O God, My God, forjake me not. 

I thirjl — He cries, in Jbrc Complaint, 

With Anguijh parched, with Pain fubdued. 
The God Who Jlrengthens all the faint. 

And fiUeth every mouth with food : 
And Jlill, from thoufand poor around. 
He calleth, in like piteous jbund. 

From hearts by want and hunger riven. 
Thrice happy they, that Call who heed : 
Who helps the poor in hour of need. 

Hath to his Lord refrejhment given. 



i82 CJe f^afllDtt. 

Now ends the heavy hour of Jadnejs — 

•Tis finijhed— the Redeemer faith, 
O Word of ViSory, found of gladnefs, 

Thou robbejl all the Jling from death : 
How blejl by Jesus Jujlified : 
Who Jhall condemn, Jince Christ hath died ? 

Thou diedjl for us, and we are Thine : 
Lord, when I reach my life's lajl day, 
Be this my Joy, in death to fay — 

'Tis finijhed : Christ and Heaven are mine. 

fat^ttf into Zpt i&anTi0 3[ commmti Mt Spirit* 
And when my eyes Jhall dofe, as Thine, 

In dark and forrowful eclipfe. 
In my lajl hour, fuch Word be mine 

As latejl Jlruggled from Thy Lips : 
Hark how the folemn Accents roll — 
Father into Thy Hands My Soul 

I yield — in mortal Pangs He faith ; 
So in that hour may I commend 
My Soul to her Eternal Friend, 

Then fudden change for fight my faith. 

%^t ILoro Of 9^(ffSt from ^ImVg Broto* 

HE Lord of Might from Sinai's brow 
Gave forth His Voice of thunder ; 
And Ifrael lay on earth below, 
Outjlretched in fear and wonder : 




CSe CtDtott of CSornsf^ 183 

Beneath His Feet was pitchy night» 
And at His left Hand and His Right 
The rocks were rent ajunder. 

The LfORD of Love, on Calvary, 

A meek and fuffering Stranger, 
Upraifed to Heaven His languid Eye, 

In Nature's hour of danger : 
For us He bore the weight of woe, 
For us He gave His Blood to flow, 

And met His Father's Anger. 

The Lord of Love, the Lord of Might, 

The King of all created 
Shall back return to claim His right. 

On clouds of Glory feated ; 
With Trumpet-Jbund, and Angel-jbng, 
And Alleluias loud and long 

O'er Death and Hell defeated. 

CJe CtDton of ^Somsf* 

P thou wilt indeed and truly 
Find whereof to boajl, and duly 

Be with glory crowned of God, 
View this Coronal, think o'er it, 
Track the Jleps of Him Who bore it. 
Follow in the path He trod. 

For our King this emblem lowly 
Bore with honour, made it holy, 
Oa the Brows Divine it jlood ; 




i84 ^iz ^afSon^ 

In this helmet He arrayed Him, 
Met the ancient Fiend, and laid him, 
Therein triumphed on the Wood. 

Helmet unto him that fighteth, 
Wreath of bays when viSory lighteth, 

Mitre for the PrieJUy brow ; 
Firjl it was of thorns enwoven, 
Then, on that Divine Head proven, 

Touched Him, and is golden now. 

Yea, the virtue of Christ's PaJJion 
Twined it in a nobler fajhion. 

Changed each prickly jpur to gold : 
Pierced with many jins and forrows. 
Heir to endlefs death, man borrows 

Eafe for thorns, and wealth untold. 

Crown compaS of ills tormenting 
To the Jinner unrepenting 

Thorny is it, rough with pain ; 
When the way of truth he learneth 
Straight to virgin gold it turneth. 

While the heart grows pure again. 

Jesu, in Thy Love Jland near us, 
Help in our own fight, and cheer us, 

Lavijh Thy viSorious Aid ; 
So, we pray Thee, Jhape our Spirit 
That the glory we inherit 

Of the Crown that cannot fade. 




i8s 



€) quam ftlix, quam )^raeclard. 

NLY Jlay of man's Salvation, 

Tree of Life and Tree of Good ; 
Altar of the One Oblation, 

Red with all its deanjing Flood ; 
Ages* iirjl and lajl lujlration 
Of the fpotlefs Pirjjlling's Blood. 

Bethel's Jlair, to Heaven afcending, 
Drawing all the nations nigh, 

Earth's four regions comprehending, 
Ere they fet it deep and high, 

Breadth and height to all extending, 
High and broad againjl the Jky. 

Not of earth, nor man's revealing, 
Crofs, thy lengthened jhadows fell ; 

Thine the Wood the waters healing 
Cajl on Marah's bitter well ; 

Thine the Staff, the jlreams unjealing 
Pent within the rocky cell. 

Thou the Life-mark from the dwelling 
Where the Pafchal lintels bled, . 

All the deathful fword repelling. 
As the Angel onward fled ; 

Thine the only Life-drops, welling 
'Twixt the living and the dead. 




i86 ^i^e l^alffott* 



HEN they jcourged, and mocked, 
and bound Him, 
And the Blood upon His Brow 
Flowed from every thorn that 
crowned Him, 
Christ His Head did lowly bow ; 
And this dying Prayer to Heaven, 

Love from His CompajQion drew — 
Let them, Father, be forgiven, 
For they know not what they do. 

When with wrath my Spirit burning, 

I would wrong with wrong repay. 
Lord, to Thy Example turning 

My rejentment dies away : 
Ere for pardon I implore Thee 

Mujl my foe forgiven be ; 
Or jhall I in vain before Thee 

Breathe my prayer, and bend my knee. 



ET us now the Crucified One 
All with loving hearts adore ; 

Of the Crofs from whence our Life comes 
Chant we praijes evermore. 




^SeCtDCiS ofCSrttt. 187 

Tremble now the gates infernal, 
Opened be the doors of Heaven : 

Sign of wonder ! in this Token 
ViSory to man is given. 

By the Tree the Serpent fpoiled us, 

Robbed us of eternal Day ; 
By the Tree Christ hath redeemed us, 

Taking Adam's fault away. 
By the Law accursed, reckoned ; 

Cursed for poor Jinners jlain 
He, the Spotlejs Lamb, for ever 

Curje of Jin away hath ta'en. 

Crofs ! of Power the glorious Fountain, 

Hope of everlajling Life, 
Sign of Ranfom and Redemption 

From all Jlavery and jlrife. 
When the Judge comes in His Glory, 

Then the Crofs in Heaven will jhine. 
And the earth gaze on, in wonder. 

At the jpeSacle Divine. 

Thofe who bear it now with gladnejs 

Boldly then the Crofs will fee : 
But the mockers and the fcorners 

Will with jhame overwhelmed be. 
That we, Christ, may win acquittal 

In Thy lajl and dreadful Day, 
Be we judged now already 

Glorying in the Crofs alway. 



i88 cSe l^afllDtt* 

To Thy Crofs, O Lord, transfix us, 

By it kill all earthly pride ; 
Be, by it to this world's glory, 

Our affeSions crucified : 
Try us with the fiery trial. 

Only draw us near to Thee : 
Now afflifi us — that for ever 

Our ProteSion Thou mayjl be. 

Be the * old man' over-majlered. 

Let the captive ones go free. 
And Jin*s body be dejlroyed 

By the Power of that blejl Tree. 
Grant, O Christ, Thy precious Life-blood 

May not have been jhed in vain ; 
Grant that man at fuch Cojl purchafed 

Be not given to death again. 



I^t aefcenUrt into l^tll 

OY in Hades, joy unknown 

Fills each longing Soul to-day ; 
He is there, the Lord of Glory, 
There to tell the wondrous Story, 
How their Jins are wajhed away, 
Satan vanquijhed. Death overthrown. 

Prophets, Priejls, of olden days ; 
Abel, with his Martyr-crown ; 
He who in the Ark was Javcd ; 




%^t leienemptfon* 189 

Abra'my Mqfes, Royal David, 
And a Hqfl of like renown. 
Greet Him with triumphant praije. 

Freedom, Glory, without ceajing ; 
Gladnejs evermore increajing ; 
Light around them tenfold jhining ; 
Peace and Ecjiajy combining ; 
Ah, what Joy and Love in Union ; 
Ah, what marvellous Communion, 

Wiping all pajl fears away, 

Souls in Hades know to-day. 

Surely on the blijsful morrow, 

When we banijh Lenten Jbrrow, 

They will join our Alleluia — 

He is rijen. Alleluia — 

Surely, with the Angel-legions 

Dwelling in Jupernal regions, 

Eajler laud and adoration 

To the King of our Salvation- 
Anthems rijing everywhere — 
They exultantly will jhare. 

^^e KetiemptfDn^ 

ASTE ! lovely Bride, 

Thou who art pure and fair, 
Hajle to the Side 

Pierced by the murderous fpcar. 
O Thou mojl fair, 




190 %^t l&alffDn* 

Put on thy garments bright. 
For Him prepare 

Who cometh like the light : 
Lift up thy voice 

Like lark upon the wing ; 
Rejoice, rejoice, 

O holy One, and Jing ; 
For He jhall come 

The Lamb fo Meek and True, 
And call thee home 

To Heaven's own clear blue, 
Hajle ! hajle ! oh, hajle ! 

Gird clofe thy garments white. 
With Love be graced 

To gladden His pure Sight. 
He comes, thy King, 

Thy Hujband and thy Lord ; 
Arife, and fmg. 

For thou Jhalt hear His Word. 
Behold Him ride 

Upon His Chariot high ; 
He cometh. Bride, 

To meet thee in the Jky. 
His Chariot wheels 

Flajh fire, and thunders roll, 
Whiljl Heaven reels, 

And earth from pole to pole : 
On clouds of fire 

He rides, to call thee where 
Sweet Joys ne'er tire, 



Crucffp! flDCrucifp! 191 

To Blijs beyond compare. 
Mother of Saints, 

Thy woes are o'er, and now 
No fad complaints 

From Thy meek heart Jhall flow : 
Sorrow hath gone. 

And tears are wiped away ; 
A glorious Crown, 

Sweet Queen, is thine this day. 



Crucffp ! flD Crucffp ! 

RUCIFY! O Crucify! 
Millions raifed the awful cry ; 
Lord, before Thine Altar-Throne, 
Hear Thy Jinful People groan : 
We have doomed our Lord to die. 
We have fwelled the awful cry — 
Crucify ! O Crucify ! 

Yes, our Jins Thy Tortures were ; 
Seemed our weaknefs Thy Dejpair : 
When in that appalling hour 
All but junk Thy Heavenly Power, 
All our weaknefs Thou didjl Jhare, 
All our pangs Thy Breajl did tear. 
Yea, our Jins Thy Tortures were. 

Crucify ! O Crucify ! 

Soars the fearful jhout on high ; 




Every hour of felfijhnefs 
Formed a part of Thy Dijlrejs. 
BlejQTed Saviour, hear us cry ; 
All the Jins through which we die 
Crudfy ! O Crucify ! 



^H (Boa, Sl^p (Boa, toil? l&att ^Jou 
forCafeen 9^e ? 

HOUSANDS have felt Thy healing 
Power, 
Thoufands from Thee their lives have 
taken. 
And can it be that in Thine hour 

Of utmojl need Thou art forjaken ? 
Forfaken ! Oh, what Grief and Love 

That Word exprejQTes on Thy Tongue — 
Thou ! in Thy Godhead Bright above — 

And thus on earth by Sorrow wrung. 
Infinite God and Finite Man, 

So high Thy State, Thy State fo low. 
No human thought can found or jpan 
The boundlejs deeps of fuch a Woe. 
Yet, at that Cry of fore Dijlrefs, 

Our hearts to fome dim knowledge waken. 
And 'mid the gloom we faintly guejs 

What God has felt when GoD-Forfaken. 





193 



3|e0u, ^anu^, t^eHesf, Caput 

ESU ! Whoje Hands, Whoje Feet, 
Whoje Head, 
And jacred Side for us have bled. 
Grant that Thy Jlreaming Life-blood's 
Cry 
Mount to Thy Father's Throne on high. 

How vile our claims ! how dread Thy Pain ! 
How great Thyfelf, Who thus could'Jl deign 
A Lamb dejlroyed by wolves to be, 
That wolves might change to lambs in Thee. 

Depart, lukewarmnefs, hence ! Depart 
Cold torpor of the weary heart ; 
Thy boundlefs Love, O God the Son, 
Draws us^ impels us, jpeeds us on. 

Blejl J ESU ! Who would now deny 
For Thee to live, for Thee to die ? 
Who by Thy Death us Jlaves hajl bought, 
And, Rijing, into freedom brought. 

In Thy torn Body let us find 
A refuge for the Jin-Jick mind, 
And from the Father's Anger rejl. 
Redeemer ! in Thy gentle Breajl. 




194 ^^t ^af&otu 



HEN Christ let fall that Sanguine 
jhower 
Amid the Garden dew. 
Oh, jay what amaranthine Flower 
In that red rain upgrew ? 
If yet below the blojQTom grow, 

Then earth is holy yet : 
But if it bloom forgotten, woe 
To thoje who dare forget ! 

No Flower Jo healing and fo fweet 

Expands beneath the Jkies ; 
Unknown in Eden — there unmeet — 

Its name ? Self-Jacrifice ! 
The very name we Jcarce can frame ; 

And yet that Flower's dark root 
The monjlers of the wild might tame ; 

And Heaven is in its fruit. 

Alas ! what murmur fpreads around? — 

The news thereof hath been : 
But now no more the man is found 

Whofe eye that Flower has Jeen — 
Then Nobles all ! leave court and hall, 

And fearch the wide world o'er : 
For whdfo finds this Sancgreall 

Stands crowned for evermore. 




I9S 

€mx fteneaWa nitet gDommuiS qua Carne 
pepetrtfn 

HE bleQed Crofs Jhines now to us where 

once the Saviour bled, 
Love made Him ViSim there for us, 
and there His Blood was jhed. 

And with His Wounds our wounds He healed, 

and wajhed our jins away, 
And refcued from the raging wolf the lojl and 
helplejs pr^y. 

There, with transfixed Palms, He hung, and Javed 

the world from lojs ; 
And dofed the bitter way of death by dying on 

the Crofs. 

Thofe Hands were pierced with cruel nails, fixed 

till His dying Breath — 
The Hands that refcued Paul from crime, and Peter 

once from death. 

O rich and fruitful Branches ! O fweet and noble 

Tree! 
What new and precious Fruit hangs for the world 

on Thee, 

Whofe fragrance breathes the breath of Life into 
thejilent dead — 



196 %^t l^afllDm 

Gives Life to thofe from whom, long Jince, earth's 
pleafant light had fled. 

No Jummer heat has power to Jcorch who in Thy 

Jhadow rejl ; 
No moonlight chill can harm at night, no burning 
noon molejl. 

Planted bejide the water-flood, unjhaken is thy root ; 
Thy branch Jhall never fade, and in all feajbns be 
thy Fruit ; 

For round thine arms entwining is the true and 

living Vine, 
And from that Blood-Jlained jlem dijlils the new 

and Heavenly Wine. 



a ^^mn in Ifeolp-Jlflleet 



m 



HO is this, with Garments gory, 
Triumphing from Bozrah's way? 
This, that weareth Robes of Glory, 
Bright with more than ViSory's 
ray? 
Who is this unwearied Comer 

From the journey's Jultry length, 
Travelling through Idume's jummer 
In the greatnefs of His Strength ? 

Wherefore red in Thine Apparel, 
Like the conquerors of earth ; 



30 (t not^fnff to noiu 197 

And arrayed like thofe who carol 
O'er the reeking vineyard's mirth ? 

Who art Thou, the valleys jeeking, 
Where our peaceful harvejls wave ? — 

I, in righteous Anger fpeaking, 
I, the Mighty One to fave. 

I9 that of the raging heathen 

Trod the Wine-prejs all alone. 
Now in ViSor-garlands wreathen, 

Coming to redeem Mine Own. 
I am He, with jprinkled Raiment, 

Glorious from My Vengeance-hour, 
Ranjbming with pricelefs Payment, 

And delivering with Power. 

Hail! all Hail! Thou Lord of Glory, 

Thee, our Father, Thee we own ; 
Abram heard not of ourjlory, 

Ifrael ne'er our name hath known : 
But, Redeemer, Thou hajl fought us. 

Thou hajl heard Thy Children's wail, 
Thou, with Thy dear Blood hajl bought us : 

Hail ! Thou mighty ViSor, hail ! 



30 (t not^fuff to ^my all pe tfjat paCsf ftp ? 

ESUS ! gentle Suff'rer ! fay 
How Jhall we, this dreadful Day, 
Near Thee draw, and to Thee ^ra^ \ 




198 ^l&e iSalffom 

We, whofe pronenefs to forget 

Thy dear Love, on Olivet 

Bathed Thy Brow with Bloody Sweat- 

We, whoje Jins with awful power 
Like a cloud did o'er Thee lower, 
In that GoD-exduding hour — 

We, who Jlill in thought and deed 

Often hold the bitter reed 

To Thee, in Thy time of need — 

Canjl Thou pardon us, and pray. 
As for thofe who on this Day 
Took Thy precious Life away ? 

Yes ! Thy Blood is all my plea. 
It was jhed, and Jhed for me, 
Therefore to Thy Crofs I flee. 

At Thy Feet, in dujl and jhame, 
I dare breathe Thy Holy Name, 
And a great Salvation claim. 

Save me. Saviour ! Jloop and take 

Pity on my Soul, and make 

This day bright, for Thy dear Sake. 



199 




% HeCcenlieli fnto !^rfL 

NTO the world which awe and gloom 
enfold 
He hath gone forth. Who wait His 
Coming there ? 
Myriads on myriads. Now, with pajQionate 
prayer, 
Prifoners of Hope, turn all to your Stronghold, 
The Source of your Salvation ! He jhall preach 
Blejl tidings, then as Breaker Jhall break forth, 
And in vajl ViSory feal His matchlefs Worth : 
O Myjlery ! which we touch, not wholly reach, 
Tranfcending words. Lo ! Death and Hell are lit 
By Bethlehem's Star, and tremble in jlrange glow 
Owning His Prefence ; He their keys doth bear 
In His firm Grafp, for uje, and not for jhow ; 
And where He went, go we, if God think fit. 
Nor tremble. All the worlds are knit by Prayer. 




Fallot \ ^ropaeum sloviat. 

ROSS ! whereon my Saviour bled. 
Dying to redeem our lofs, 
Now with living trophies fpread. 
Welcome, welcome, happy Crojs ! 



200 ^^t ^a(Son. 

Sickening once with hope delayed, 
Paling all our hearts with gloom. 

Then a Tree of Life displayed, 
Budding with eternal bloom. 

Crojs ! thy loving arms' embrace 
Clajps my Saviour to my Soul, 

Heaven, to bring us Face to face. 
Rending wide from pole to pole. 

Where to buy me Jesus died. 
How Jhall I, poor Jerf, recline, 

To thy gaging jlandard tied 

Meafure all His Love with mine ?- 

Thus, his Crojs beholding nigh. 
With its horns athwart the Jky, 

Andrew fpake — then doffed his vejl 
Ere they lift him to his rejl. 



ARKLY frowns the evening Jky, 
Fails for woe the mourner's eye ; 
Silent in the Jilent Cave, 
Where the dead no being have. 

Armed Jbldiers by the Jide, 

They have left the Crucified. 

God ! my God ! and dojl Thou Jhow 
Wonders midjl the Dead below ? 




2DatMp ftDtons t^t (Etjenfnfl: &&?♦ 201 

They who Jlumber 'neath the earth. 
Shall they wake to Jecond birth ? 
Who Jhall thoje dread Gates unfold, 
Barred through all the days of old ? 

Lo ! the Doors are opening, 
And the Dead behold their King. 
See ! the awful Fathers know 
Him, Who lays Death's terrors low. 
Hark ! He bids the Ancients rije. 
Sharers in His Sacrifice. 

When we Jink into the dujl. 
May we fix on Thee our trujl ; 
May Thy mighty Works be known 
Where we helplejs lie alone, 
Unforgotten in Thy Sight, 
Where in darknejs Thou art Light. 

Lord, the Day approaches near. 
Shield us in that hour of fear ; 
Saviour of the jbns of men. 
May we die to live again : 
Dying, may our faith recall 
Thy dear Death and Burial. 




202 ^je ^^alEom 



!Sbt\ €mtifS tiulce %isn\xm* 

AIL ! Crofs mojl fweet and holy, 
Hail ! thou triumphal Sign, 
Alone accounted worthy 

To be Christ's Throne Divine i 
Upon thee high exalted, 

Predejlined Death He jlew, 
Our Ijaac immolated. 

That man might live anew* 

Hail ! Stair of Jinners, Pathway 

Which led Heaven's King on high, 
That to the choir of Angels 

Man aljb might draw nigh : 
Here did the Son of David, 

Life's Author, Life rejlore, 
And bear this Jhame, that mortals 

Might live for evermore. 

Hail ! Seal of the new Covenant, 

And Banner of the King, 
Where for the Jheep the Shepherd 

Himjelf made offering : 
And He jhall be our Leader 

Unto the Realms of day, 
Whofe precious Blood hath hallowed 

His blejjed Crofs for aye. 



203 



3 ^^ivfi. 




THIRST!— O meek Redeemer, Thou 
didjl cry ; 
No wine to Jlay Thee can our hands 
afford. 

I thirjl !— Ah ! me, the Cup is raijed on high, 
Gall mixed with vinegar, my Dying Lord. 
Drink, drink, Dear Saviour, drain the bitter 
Draught ; 
For me, for man's Salvation, it is quaffed. 



AIL ! that Head with Sorrows bowing, 
Crowned with thorns, with Anguijh 

flowing ; 
And that Body pierced and jhaken. 
Mocked of man, of God forjaken, 

Marred beyond the fons of men ; 

By Thy Death of Life the giver. 
When we fuffer, O deliver 
In our forrow and our weaknefs. 
Thou Who didJl prevail by Meeknefs, 
Think upon Thy Woes again. 

When the hour of death is near us. 
Be Thou prefent. Lord, to cheer us : 




204 ^Se ^&affion^ 

In that time of fear and jadnefs 
Tarry not, our Help and Gladnefs, 
Saviour of the fons of men. 

When our latejl breath is failing. 
Be Thy Spirit All-prevailing : 
When the Tempter's wiles Jhall prove us, 
Show Thy jacred Sign above us, 

Hold us, fave us, free us then* 



flD C^nff, iD &atjfDur Bear* 

CHRIST, O Saviour Dear, 
How Jad, how deep, appear 
Thy bitter Woes. 

Thine Head with Crown of thorn, 
Thy Back with fcourges torn, 
With murd'rous blows. 

Till Thy Blood Jlreams around. 
And covers o'er the ground. 
With purple Tide. 

Thee blows and fpit defiled, 
Yet Heavenly Jesus Mild, 
Thou didjl abide. 

Betrayed, and left by all. 
By Peter's three-fold fall. 
Pained to Thy Heart. 




Horn "ittu^ tojen \x>z ffanH afar* 205 

O Lord, how d€?ep, how vajl, 
The woes upon Thee cajl, 
How keen their jmart. 

How are Thy holy Feet, 

Led rudely through the Jlreet — 
Thoje Feet of Peace. 

Though Pilate Thee confejl 
Guiltlefs, O Jesu Blejl, 
Their taunts ne'er ceaje. 

Horn 3|eru, tol&en toe ttarrt afar* 

ORD Jesu, when we Jland afar 
And gaze upon Thy holy Crojs, 
In love of Thee and jcorn of felf, 
Oh, may we count the world as lofs. 

When we behold Thy bleeding Wounds, 
And the rough Way that Thou hajl trod, 

Make us to hate the load of Jin 
That lay fo heavy on our God. 

O Holy Lord, uplifted high 

With outjlretched Arms, in mortal woe, 
Embracing in Thy wondrous Love 

The Jinful world that lies below, 

Give us an ever-living faith 

To gaze beyond the things we jee ; 

And in the Myjlery of Thy Death 
Draw us and all men unto Thee. 





2o6 %^t ^mon. 



MleHiteCliaj before (Caffet. 

VENTFUL night is this, on which 

The lamps of Heaven are dim, 
And gentle Kedron fears to rill 
Its wonted evening Hymn, 
Nor woo the winds the Jleeping flower, 
Lejl they Jhould break thejlillnejs of the hour. 

But, oh, what Cry is that, which now 

Floats on the midnight air. 
As moan of One that ere He dies 

Would foothe His Soul in prayer ; 
Such wails of bitter Agony 
Are thofe that come from out Gethjemane. 

Within that Garden kneeleth One 

Bereft of human aid. 
By one deemed true in times gone by 

Ere long to be betrayed : 
Yes, Jesus kneeleth down to pray. 
Haply His bitter Cup may pajs away. 

Dire pangs are His ! Blood-drops of Sweat 
Stream down His jacred Brow : 

He prays— O Father to Thy Will 
SubmiJJive I would bow ; 

Let this Cup pafs ; oh, hear Thy Son ; 
And yet, not Will of Mine, but Thine be done. 



3f3iafteDnl?^fm- 207 

The Cup it pafsed not — for the hour 

Of death was nigh at hand ; 
And yon armed foldiery, 

A rude and ruthlejs band. 
Led from that place, and crucified ; 
Jesus the Guiltlejs for the guilty died. 

Then oft, my Soul, as thou Jhalt feel 

The wily Tempter's power, 
Steal from the world a time, and jhare 

The Sorrows of that hour ; 
Bethink thee of Gethjemane ; 
Remember there thy Saviour died for thee. 



IflfiatjeDnlH^fm. 

F I have only Him, 
If He alone is mine, 
If e'en beyond the grave His Faith 
My heart Jhall not rejign ; 
Of jbrrow nought I prove. 
Nought feel but glad devotion, Joy, and love. 

If only He be mine, 

All elfe I gladly leave ; 
On pilgrim-Jlaff Jlill follow true. 

And to my Majler cleave ; 
Let others fondly jlray 
Along the broad, frequented flowery way. 




2o8 ^^t ?&alEDn* 

If I have none but Him, 

Joyful to Jleep I go ; 
Ever a jweet rejloring Jlream 

His Blood for me doth flow, 
Whoje mild compelling Might 
All things mujl jbften, and in Peace unite. 

If I have none but Him, 

The univerje is mine ; 
Blejl as a Child of Heaven that holds 

The Virgin's veil Divine, 
Wrapt in jacred thought, 
No more by earthly cares am I dijlraught. 

Where only He is mine. 

My father-land I jee, 
And every boon is on me poured, 

As birth-right full and free. 
Long jbught-for brothers then 
In His Dijciples I behold again. 



Cfll^en (Bon came t^o\x>n from %eaften. 

HEN God came down from Heaven 
— the Living God — 
What Signs and Wonders marked 
Hisjlately Way? 
Brake out the winds in mujic where He trode ? 
Shone o'er the Heavens a brighter, fofter day ? 




©IodH i0 t^e ^rfce of t^eaftem 209 

The dumb began to fpeak, the blind to fee, 
And the lame leaped, and pain and palenefs fled ; 

The mourner's funken eye grew bright with glee, 
And from the tomb awoke the wondering dead ! 

When God went back to Heaven — the Living 
God — 

Rode He the Heavens upon a fiery car ? 
Waved Seraph-wings along His glorious road ? 

Stood Jlill to wonder each bright wandering jlar? 
Upon the Crojs He hung, and bowed the Head, 

And prayed for them that fmote, and them that 
curjl; 
And drop by drop, His Jlow Life-blood was Jhed, 

And His lajl hour of Suffering was His worjl ! 

JBIddH 10 tje ^vltt Df l&eaften* 

LOOD is the Price of Heaven ; 
All Jin that Price exceeds ; 
Oh, come to be forgiven — 

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 

Under the olive boughs. 

Falling like ruby beads. 
The Blood drops from His Brows — 

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 

While the fierce fcourges fall. 
The precious Blood jlill pleads ; 

In front of Pilate's hall 

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds I 
p 




210 ^^e )^a(iIon« 

Beneath the thorny Crown 
The crimfon Fountain fpeeds ; 

See how It trickles down — 

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 

Bearing the fatal Wood 

His band of Saints He leads, 

Marking the way with Blood ; 
He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 

On Calvary His Shame 

With Blood Jlill intercedes ; 

His open Wounds proclaim — 
He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 

He hangs upon the Tree, 

Hangs there for my mifdeeds ; 

He jheds His Blood for me ; 
He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 

Ah, me ! His Soul is fled ; 

Yet Jlill for my great needs 
He bleeds when He is dead ; 

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 

His Blood is flowing Jlill ; 

My thirjly Soul it feeds ; 
He lets me drink my fill ; 

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 

O fweet, O precious Blood ! 

What Love, what Love it breeds ! 
Ranjbm, Reward, and Food — 

He bleeds, my Saviour bleeds ! 




211 

%liz SDeCcent from t^t CroCg. 

IX weary hours extended 

Upon the Crofs of pain, 
When will the day be ended. 
Night's Jhadows come again ? 
Would morn were eve's declining, 
Would God that eve were morn. 
His eve of life's rejigning, 
His Re]urre3ion dawn. 

Thrice now the congregation 

Has climbed the Jleep to prayer. 
It is the Preparation, 

And yet He withers there : 
They jay the Crojs dijjembles 

The Spirit's parting Jlrife ; 
And day by day Jlill trembles 

The hideous wreck of life. 

Hajle, Jofeph— It is finijhed— 

The jun Jinks on the wave ; 
The time mujl needs be minijhed. 

The three days of the grave : 
An eve without a morning, 

Of blackejl midnight born ; 
The Sabbath pajl, His dawning 

Is everlajling Morn. 

Blejl Sepulchre ! where never 
Man's mortal form was laid ; 



212 'JCSe ^alKott* 

The only Tomb for ever 
With Angel-light arrayed ; 

Life's only, lajl, defender — 
When graves Jhall be no more. 

No earth hajl thou to render, 
No treafure to rejlore. 



3t fiS nnit^tn I 

T is finijhed ! Nature darkened. 
And the Sun was in eclipje, 
As to theje lajl Words they hearkenc 
From the Dying Saviour's Lips : 
Death beheld his bondage broken, 

Satan his o'er fallen man, 
When the Son of God had fpoken, 
And His reign of Peace began. 

It is finijhed ! No exemption. 

Fellow Jinners, yours and mine 
Is the Myjlery of Redemption 

Promifed by thofe Lips Divine : 
They who feek it jhall not lofe it 

If in faith Jincerely fought ; 
Woe to them who dare refufe it, 

Such a Prize fo dearly bought. 





213 

^^t Comb of 1|Dfep]&. 

in the Grave, where we our dearejl lay, 

Thou too wajl laid, O Lord our Life ! 

The Jlone [and day 

Was rolled to bar the portal; night 

The world's proud liegemen watched, and Thou 

wert gone. 

* * * * 

Thy loving Friends dijcerned not ; Myjlery 
From firjl to lajl was all their eyes beheld — 
The King of Ijrael doomed a Curfe to be — 
Defpair to all their hopes its death-note knelled, 
Yet Jlill a jecret Jlream of comfort welled ; 
They loved — and God was Jujl. Againjl all 
hope, [pelled 

They felt, jbme ray mujl gleam ; by love im- 
They lingered, as the deep-hewn tomb might ope ; 
Love jbars, nor can for aye 'mid dujl and ajhes grope . 

Faith is not Jight ; when all jeems lojl, for aye 
A trembling expeSation Jlirs the heart — 
Hath He then left us, wandering far away. 
Our King, our Life, our All ? Then, hope 

depart ! 
And yet our pajQiionate inJlinS feels * Thou art.' 
What love thus clafps cannot be nothingnejs. 
Atremulousjlar jeems through the gloom to dart. 
Then vanijh ; Jinks the midnight of dijlrefs ; 
And yet a morn will rije, wlU t\Je lo cVvtct -axv^X^s^- 




214 ^tie l^aOiDn. 



Itfifrtt! 

OWN through the hujhed and thicken- 
ing air, 
And gathering gloom of earth's edipje, 
That weary Word, that half-breathed 
Prayer, 

Hath fallen at lajl from Jesus' Lips. 
For three long hours upreared to die — 

For three long hours each Jinew Jlraining — 
He hath not breathed as yet one Sigh 

Could tell of Nature's Self-complaining. 
I thirjl ! The Word is full of pain, 

Of fever rack, of human anguijh. 
Of gaping Wounds that Life-blood drain, 

And leave the Heart to faint and languijh : 
And yet not this — not this alone 

Hath caujed that piteous jad outburjl ; 
Not human pain hath made that Moan, 

Not human want that myjlic Thirjl. 
Thirjl, to Jee Jujlice Jatisfied, 

Thirjl, to Jave Jinners tempejl-tojl, 
Thirjl, to pour out Love's boundlefs tide 

On Souls that all unloved were lojl — 
This was Thy Thirjl, and this Thy Pain, 

This the deep Grief Thy Bojbm nurjl ; 
Say, Jesu, fay that Word again, 

StfU for Thy creatures, Jesus, thirjl ! 



SL Hitan? of tje ^Mon* 215 

Thirjl, that at lajl our hearts may give 

Torrents of Love that Thirjl to Jlake ; 
Thirjl, that we too may thirjling live, 

Thirjling to die for Thy Jweet Sake, 
Thirjling to fee Thee Face to face, 

Thirjling thefe earthly bonds to fever, 
Thirjling for that lajl, long Embrace 

In which fuch Thirjl is quenched for ever. 



SL Hftanp of tje ^^affiom 

OLY Father ! from Thy Throne 
Hear a lowly fuppliant moan : 
Yea, though wrath be all my meed, 
Break not Thou the bruijed reed : 
Let the bitter Agony 
Of my Jesu plead for me. 

Hear ! by Him, Who bowing low 
•Neath our fms* o'erwhelming woe. 
His Soul's Blood in Anguijh poured : 
Lo ! thofe Drops on High are Jlored : 
Let the bitter Agony 
Of my Jesu groan for me. 

In that Flood my Soul embathe. 
In that Love my Spirit fwathe ; 
Bid that Jhower of bleeding Tears 
Thrill my heart through livelong years : 
Let the bitter Agony 
Of my Jesu weep for me. 




2i6 ^e fdaflSom 

Give me, from that Fount of Might, 
Grace to brave the Powers of night ; 
With a child's repojing Faith, 
Thine to be in Life or death : 
Let the bitter Agony 
Of my Jesu Jlrive for me. 

Holy Father, Strong and Jujl, 
Hear Thy Suppliant from the dujl ; 
May that overflowing Love 
Thee to gentle Pity move : 
Let the bitter Agony 
Of my Jesu Jue for me. 



Mtxillei TBitsisi protieunt* 

HE Royal Banner floats on high, 
The Crofs is gleaming in the Jky, 
The Word, by ^yhom all flejh was 
made, 
Himjelf made Flejh is there difplayed. 

Ah ! look with eyes of pity here ; 
See, how they pierce Him with a fpear ; 
To cleanfe our Jins flows out a tide 
Of Blood and Water from His Side. 

Now is fulfilled what was of old 
By David's truthful Verfe foretold : 
From His high Crofs, as from a Throne, 
On /ubJeS realms God's Sou looks down. 




/ 



Thrice blejl art thou, O Tree eleff, 
With royal Purple richly deckt. 
On whom juch honour was bejlowed 
To bear [o wonderful a Load. 

Upon thofe arms once hung fublime 
The Praife of every age and clime ; 
As in a balance thou didjl weigh 
Him Whom from Hell redeemed the prey. 

Thy tajle is nefiar, and thy fcent 
Than precious Oils more excellent ; 
Proud of the Fruit which thou dojl bear 
Thou dojl a look of triumph wear. 

Hail ! facred Altar ; ViSim, hail ! 
We celebrate the wondrous tale — 
How Life by Death was overcome, 
And Life for all men Jprang therefrom. 

Hail ! bleJQfed Crofs to which we flee 
For refuge in our Agony ; 
In pious Souls, add Grace to Grace, 
In guilty, all their guilt efiace. 

ARK is the tomb, and dreary is the 
dwelling. 
Where all thy fms, O earth, expec- 
tant lie ; 

But lo ! I come, the funeral Jhades difpelling, 
And Death himjelf JhaU dl^. 




2i8 ^^e ^aflSotu 

Souls of the Jujl ! I bring you Joy and Gladnejs : 
No more in lingering doubt your Spirits roam ; 
Bright regions Jkirt the Jhadowy realm of fadnefs ; 
The grave is not your home. 

Awake and Jing, ye that in dujl are jleeping ; 

See Life and Light immortal round you Jhed : 
Bright from the eajl the flrjl grey hues are creeping — 
Earth Jhall cajl out the dead. 

Calm is this Rejl from pain, and fweet the feeling 
That all the Fight is fought, the Battle won ; 
But lo ! I go, My conquering Might revealing 
With the next rijing fun. 

Now, like the Seer in his dark prifon pining. 

Singing I lie, earth's bars around me thrown. 
Till the Jlrong Angel, as the lightning Jhining, 
Shall roll away the Jlone, 

Singing— Thou wilt not leave in Hell My Spirit ! 

Thy Holy One Jhall no corruption fee : 
Thy glorious Joy predejlined to inherit. 
Supreme o'er all, but Thee. 

Free among all the dead, I wait the morrow, 
My perfeS Rejl, my grand Sabbatic morn. 
When man with Me Jhall rife, no more toforrow, 
But Life eternal, bom. 

Farewell ye Jhades ; and thou, fepulchral Dwelling : 

I hear the found ; I Jee the radiant wings : 
The world is faved, and in glad chorus fwelling 
The new Creatioti Jui^» 





219 



Crujc, afie! benetiicta. 

LESSED Crofs, all hail to thee ! 
Thou o'er Death hajl viSory ; 
Nailed to thee my SAViouR-King 
For my Jins died juffering. 

Thou of trees art chofen Queen, 
Thou Salvation's medicine, 
Thou dojl raife the Jinking Soul 
And the wounded makejl whole. 

Wood mojl hallowed and Divine, 
Thou, to us of Life the Sign, 
Jesus for thy Fruit didjl bear ; 
Human hearts find nurture there. 

While from this kind Crofs to all, 
Friends and foemen, Thou dojl call, 
Jesus, Son of God mojl High, 
Oh, keep me in memory. 



%o ! on tge (ufflortDUjS %vzu 

O ! on the inglorious Tree 

Our God, the God of Glory hangs; 
All jleeped in Blood is He, 
And pierced with paa^& *« 



220 %it ^^affiott♦ 

A felon's death He dies. 

Uplift betwixt that Robber-twain ; 
Sweet Lamb for Sacrifice, 

By Jinners Jlain, 

Pale, pale grows that dear Brow, 

In death that drooping Head declines ; 
His parched Lip moves, and now 

His Soul rejigns — 
His placid Soul. Oh ! gaze 

On that wan Face, that Crown of Thorn, 
Thofe Eyes which death-films glaze ; 

There look and mourn — 

Mourn, and with tears of blood 

Weep till thine eyes in death grow dim 
For Him unto the Wood 

Thou naiPJl— yea Him, 
To Whom, the Mighty God, 

Wajhing in Blood our jins away, 
Our everlajling laud 

We meekly pay. 



%o ! 31 CDtne to Ho %Iti HSHIU 




O! I come to do Thy Will! 

When the Father's Only Son 
Came this Promife to fulfil, 

Then Salvation's work was done. 



l^ttc an iiisttm Caltarfae. 221 

Offered once upon the Tree, 

He for all men doth avail : 
Adam's lajl pojlerity, 

Pleading this, Jhall never fail. 

Jujl, He for the unjujl died, 

So to bring their Souls to God ; 

Sheltered in His wounded Side, 
Wajhed in His atoning Blood, 

What to His are all my pains. 
But the fmallejl balance-dujl ? 

Mine, whofe Soul is full of Jlains ; 
His, the Holy One and JuJl. 

But His Sufferings are o'er ; 

He hath entered into Peace : 
PaJJing was the Crofs He bore, 

While its Virtues never ceaje. 



!^uc ati iixstxm Caltarfae^ 

O Calvary ajcending 
With Jesus let us go. 
Beneath the Jhadow bending 
Of all His mighty Woe : 
The Chief of our Salvation 

Should we not follow nigh, 
With all His Tribulation, 
In all His Death to die ? 




222 %^z ^^affion♦ 

The rereward's faint wayfarer 

Mujl Jlagger with his load, 
Where jlill the Standard bearer 

Leads up the mountain road : 
Wrung out from life's afflifiion, 

Death has no bitter cup 
So Jharp, but Crucifixion 

Has brimmed its Jbrrows up. 

Does life's lajl fever burning 

Thy couch with anguijh tofs ? 
His racked Limbs had no turning. 

His Deathbed was the Crojs : 
Each Vein of Life-drops Jlreaming, 

From Sole to Crown Divine, 
Has, Death, for thy Redeeming 

A deeper pang than thine. 

Art poor ? in all thy toiling 

See how the Majler fped, 
His Robe, His Vejlure's fpoiling, 

His naked, homelefs Head : 
The fox his hole, the fparrow 

Has where to lay her nejl, 
Thofe Rood beams, hard and narrow, 

Are all thy Saviour's rejl. 

Have evil-tongued oppreJQfors 

Thy reputation torn ? 
Hark, numbered with tranjgrejjbrs 

He bears the robbers* fcom : 



aSttlttmant. 223 

The jharpened nails ajjailing 

Lejs need the opiate bowl 
Than thofe fell tongues, impaling 

Their iron in His Soul. 

Dojl fear the pains of dying, 

When Death has poifed his dart ? 
See, all thofe arrows flying 

Are gathered in His Heart : 
A moijl wind, gently Jighing, 

Is now that furnace blajl ; 
Death, in His bitter Crying, 

Thy bitternejs is pajl. 



(0et(femane. 

|IGHT cajl unwonted gloom around ; 
His Friends had given their grief to 
Jleep: 
He, projlrate on the chilling ground. 
His lonely watch of Woe mujl keep. 

The lajl, the farewell Pafchal Feafl, 
With thofe fad Friends at evening ta'en ; 

He waits the traitor's murderous hajle 
To prove Him, now, the Lamb fo Jlain. 

As thrice He kneels to groan His Woe, 

See Sweat, like thick large Blood-drops^ tw\v — 




224 %^t )9aflQ[on« 

My Father, if this Gup might go ! 

And yet, Thy Will, not Mine, be done ! 

Death, hovering in his ghajlliejl form, 
Forfaking friends. Hell's banded power. 

His Father's Frown, (Soul-piercing Jlorm !) 
And earth's whole guilt, were in that hour. 

Gethjemane ! we hail thee well, 
Fair Eden's contrajl, fad, yet dear : 

There Man a moment jmiled, then fell ; 

Man groaned for Man, and triumphed, here. 

But, O All-lovely Lamb of God, 

Hajl Thou Thy Heaven rejigned for me ? 

For me, th' abyfs of horrors trod ? 
Where Jhall I find return for Thee ? 

Oh, reign, enthroned o'er all my heart. 
The happy prijbner of Thy Love ; 

And fit me here to bear my part 
In Thine unending Praife above. 



C^rift to tl^e SDauBjtergf of leruCalem* 

EEP not for Me, oh ! weep not Salem's 
Daughters, 
Faint though ye fee Me, Jlay the 
burjling tear ; 
Turn the fad tide — the tide of bitter waters — 
Back on yourfelves for Defolation near. 




€lvlft to tit SDaug;ttec0 of lecuralem. 225 

J^ift not for Me the heart-wrung lamentation, 
Pierced though ye ]ee Me, nailed and crucified ; 

Hujh the wild wail, till floods of devajlation 
Pour on yon heights the wajle of ruin wide. 

Tear not for Me your locks in keenejl anguijh. 
Though ye behold Me bow the Head and die ; 

Weep for your children foon to pine and languijh, 
Rolling in death the junk and famijhed eye. 

Smite not for Me your breajls with frantic beating, 
When the mixed Draught is raifed in cruel hate ; 

Weep for your City, whofe red cup is heating 
To wajle in flames its houfes defolate. 

Gaze not on Me with looks of jilent mourning, 
While the fierce foldiers part My Vejlure round ; 

Soon jhall their hands, thy Holy Temple fcorning. 
Lay its proud glories level with the ground. 

Shed not for Me the burning tear of jadnefs, 
Prejfed though I droop mid tumult's noijy din; 

Soon will the fpoiler, fired with wrath and madnejs. 
Surround thy walls, and jhut thy fons within. 

Weep not for Me, with fond remembrance 

pondering. 
Dreams of Redemption for Judah's fevered 

race; 
Weep for her children, fcattered, peeled, and 

wandering, 
The Gentile's taunt — without a rejling-place» 




226 %^t ^aOSom 

Weep not for Me, then, weep not Salem's Daughters, 
Faint though ye /ee Me, Jlay the burjling tear ; 

Turn the fad tide— the tide of bitter waters — 
Back on yourfelves for Dejblation near. 



OQIetmeCba? before €aHtv. 

HIS Day, remote from earth's rude noife, 

The Saviour dwelt in Jlill retreat. 
And knew perchance earth's latejl joys. 
Communion with His Father Sweet. 

Yet weighed upon that Righteous Soul 
The burden of th' approaching Woe ; 

He heard the nearer thunders roll 
And trembled at the awful blow. 

Father ! O fave me from this hour : 
Yet for this hour to earth I came. 

Thus Love mujl vanquijh Terror's power 
And Jpotlefs Virtue Jloop to Jhame. 

'Twas not the Jlripes, the Crown of thorn, 
The bitter Crojs, that might appal ; 

The weight of Jin for mortals bom. 

That hid the Father's Face, was All. 

O Lord of Grief, this livelong day 

Let us, too, feek to dwell apart. 
And wherefoe'er our footjleps Jlray, 

Adore Thee in our inmojl heart. 



227 




E, for eafe of heart who long, 
Seek it not earth's gifts among, 
Nor in pleafure*s garijh round, 
But where only ft is found — 
In the Crojs. 

Be your trials what they may. 
Though as dark as night your way, 
Though each hour the thorns increafe, 
Doubt not — ever floweth Peace 

From the Crofs. 

Cajl ajlde all gloomy fear ; 
Wipe away dejponding tear j 
For the Holy Jesus bare 
All our forrow, all our care 

On the Crofs. 



'^ID^DugitjS on t(e 9Deat^ of our a5le(Ce& 
&at)four* 

YSTERIOUSDarknefs! welcome now 
thy gloom ; 
Veil the foul treajbn from my aching 
fight: 

Thehate-fwoUen breajls that urged their Saviour's 
Doom 




228 C(e t^aflSDm 

Are darker, deadlier than thy thickejl night ; 

And though thy horrors chill me with affright, 
Yet art thou welcome ! Cloud the forrowing Sun ; 

Hajle with thy blackejl veil to jhut out light ; 
Tell not the world that fuch a day has run ; 
Do all to hide the deed earth's Jhamelefs jbns have 
done. 

Has then this fury urged you to the worjl, 
O fenfelefsy hardened, impious Deicides ? 

And can you feel your guilty heads accurfed, 
Know that the Demon fcom which now derides. 
And the proud infult that in power confides 

Will call down Jhortly Heaven's avenging Jlroke ; 
Can you forefee the Vengeance that betides, 

And dare His fearful Jujlice to provoke 

Tojlrikeyou, as the lightning Jcathes the forejl oak? 

But no — what faid that Voice, that dying Sound ? 

Thoje Accents called no Vengeance from above ; 

There were fweet Peace, and meek Forgivenejs 

found, 

And thofe were W^ords that fpoke the tenderejl 

Love. 
To future worlds amazed, thoJe Words Jhall prove 
His boundlefs Charity, Who e'en in Death, 
While yet His Heart could feel. His Lip could 
move. 
And His dim Eye look down on aught beneath. 
Implored His foes' Forgiveoefs with His latejl 
Breath. 




229 



leCu, meae 2DeUc(ae* 

JESU, in Thy Torture, 
Nailed to the bitter Tree, 

My Soul's true Guide and Nurture, 
I yearn to be with Thee. 



How can I tajle of «pleafure, 
Whiljl Thou dojl hang in pain, 

Jesu, mine only Treafure, 
Mine everla^ing Gain ? 

O Jesu, may Thy Sadnefs, 
Thine Agony and Tears, 

Win for my Spirit gladnejs 
Throughout the endlefs years. 

With Thine own Body feed me. 

Life to my Soul accord, 
Then to Thy pierced Heart lead me. 

And hide me there, O Lord. 

And in my dying hour. 

By thofe Jharp Wounds I pray, 
Lord, may Thy Paj][ion's power 

Wajh all my Jins away. 




230 %^z |9aIKott* 



(£\n 'Eammlefn ffefit unH tragt tife &cttlti« 

HOLY, Pure, and Spotlefs Lamb 

Came to theje earthly regions ; 
To bear the weight of Jins He came 
Of this world's countlefs legions : 
A weary way He humhly trod, 
Bore Jlrokes of man's chajlijing rod. 

With patient rejlgnation : 
*Mid Blows and Womids He Jilent jlood. 
Till, laid upon the fatal Wood, 
He died, a meek Oblation. 

Then all day long, and every day 

This in my thoughts retaining. 
Such Love with love I will repay, 

Love conjlant and unwaning. 
Thou, Lord, Jhalt be my Beacon-light, 
To guide me through the world's dark night. 

And ch^er my heart in forrow ; 
Henceforth myfelf and all that's mine 
To Thee entirely I conjlgn, 

From Whom all things I borrow. 

I'll praije Thee while on earth I Jlay, 

Glad anthems ever jlnging ; 
To Thee each night, to Thee each day. 

My willing fervice bringing : 



(Eitt HammWm 231 

S09 as life's jlreamlet flows along. 
Still Jhalt Thou hear a grateful fong 

Its onward courje attending ; 
From Memory's dearejl fount, the thought 
Of what Thy Love for me has wrought. 

With all its eddies blending. 

No more I fear Death's fatal jling ; 

Thy Blood 'gainjl Death Jhall arm me ; 
Beneath the Jhadow of Thy Wing, 

No /corching jun Jhall harm me : 
By weight of anxious thought opprejl. 
On Thee my weary Soul Jhall rejl, 

As Jlck man on his pillow ; 
My Anchor, when 'mid Jlorms of woe. 
My bark is driven to and fro. 

On trouble's reJUefs billow. 

And when I come before Thy Throne, 

On ReJurreSion morning. 
The glorious Crown Thy Blood has won 

My blifsful head adorning. 
May I be placed on Thy Right Side, 
With Thy loved Church, Thy chofen Bride, 

Drawn out from every nation ; 
No more of God's jujl Wrath afraid. 
But in Thy Righteoufnefs arrayed. 

Thy Garments of Salvation. 




232 %%t )daOion« 

(Ccce l^omo ! 

EHOLD the Man ! Who wore 
A Crown of thorns for me : 
And in His Jacred Perjbn bore 
Our Jins upon the Tree : 
Our Jins upon the Tree, 

Thus full of Honour made. 
Through Him, whoje Love beyond degree 
Our Ranfom paid. 

Behold the Man ! Who gave 

That matchlefs, peerlefs Price, 
Which Souls from death alone could fave, 

Himfelf the Sacrifice: 
Himfelf the Sacrifice— 

Spotlefs, without a Jlain ; 
No more Temptation Jhall entice. 

Thou Lamb once Jlain, 

Behold the Man ! Who faw 
From His eternal Throne 

The ruins of a broken Law — 
Thofe ruins not His own : 

Thofe ruins not His own- 
Yet as He faw, He Jlghed : 

And God for Jlnners to atone 
Came down and died. 

Behold the Man ! Who now 
Whiljl Angels projlrate fall, 




Slims t%t Seep anti toear? EoaH. 233 

Uplifts His everlajling Brow, 

As Saints to Seraphs call : 
As Saints to Seraphs call. 

And fweep their lyres of flame, 
Till the full chorus fwells o'er all 

With Jesu's Name, 



Slims tfie Seep atiti toeari? EoaH. 

LONG the Jleep and weary road 

Meekly Thou toilejl, Saviour Dear : 
Beneath the Crofs's bitter load. 

Beneath the bitterer taunt and Jeer: 
Like gentle Lamb, unto the JIaughter led 
Unmurmuring, Thy guiltlefs Blood is Jhed. 

And lo ! to us Thy gracious Word 

Is — Burdened Souls, come learn of Me— 

Teach us to follow. Lowly Lord, 
Clothed in Thy Humility : 

Upon thefe willing limbs Thy Yoke be laid, 

Only do Thou Jland by to guide and aid. 

Hidden Thy Way of Life and Light 

To lofty, felf-enlightened eyes : 
Unto Thy lowly Followers* fight 

Is given to fcan Thy Myjleries : 
The Soul by Meeknefs taught, the clue unwinds. 
The jecret of her Majler's Prejcnce finds. 



234 tlTie ^afllon. 

O Saviour Meek» be Thou our Guide ; 

Our Way, our Truth, our Life be Thou : 
Teach us the ignorance of pride. 

The haughty Jlature bring Thou low. 
Till bending'neath Thy Yoke with childlike heart, 
We learn, at Thy blejl Feet, the better part. 

There, lojl in her own nothingnejs, 

Abforbed in contemplating Thee, 
Thy Mien of Heavenly Lowlinefs, 

Thy Pattern of Humility, 
The weary Soul, with vanities opprejfed. 
By thefe Jlill Waters finds her promifed Rejl. 

Shadow of fweeter Rejl in Jlore, 

Awaiting Jesu's little Ones 
Who entering through Heaven's lowly door. 

Shall mount, and Jit on glorious Thrones, 
Adoring Him from Whom all Goodnefs flows. 
In Whofe meek Heart they fought and found 
Repofe. 

flDpprobrifsf, 3|efu, fatur> 

P that dark Hill funereal, faint with ill. 
True Ifaac, Jinking 'neath that Tree oi 
pain. 
That dark funereal Hill 
Thou dimbejl to be Jlain, 

Thy tender Hands were torn unpityingly. 
Thy tender Feet with fangs .of iron driven ; 




%lt (Entombment 235 

Thou art uplifted high— 

Oh, Jlght for earth and Heaven ! 

Thy Will, Eternal Father, Thine be done— 
O boundlefs, inconceived Charity, 

That gave the Guiltlefs Son 

For guilty foes to die. 

From that Thy bleeding Side, thoje bleeding Hands, 
Mujl the foul world be deanfed-^it needs mujl be ; 

For Jujlice [o demands. 

And Mercy grants the plea. 

Elje that dread bond mujl aye on us remain ; 

But from Thy Crojs extending to Thy Throne 
Now binds a peaceful chain, 
The earth and Heavens in one. 



%^z (CntDmbment. 

EEPING, as they go their way. 
Their Dear Lord in earth to lay, 
Late at even — ^who are they ? 

Thefe are they who watched to fee 
Where He hung in Agony, 
Dying on th* accursed Tree, 

All is over — in the Tomb 

Sleeps He, as in Death's dark womb. 

Till the dawn of Eajler come. 




236 ^(e l^afllon* 

All is over — ^fought the Fight ; 

Heavinejs is for the night ; 

Joy comes with the breaking Light. 

Leave we in the Grave with Him 
Sins that Jhame» and doubts that dim. 
If our Souls would rije with Him* 

Glory to the Lord Who gave 
His pure Body to the Grave, 
Us from Jin and death to jave. 



Mia jlone and not a Sheep 
That I can Jland, O Christ, beneath 

Thy Crofs, 
Tonumber Dropby Drop Thy Blood's 
Jlow lojs, 
And yet not weep ? 

Not fo thojc Women loved 

Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee ; 

Not fo fallen Peter weeping bitterly ; 
Not fo the Thief was moved ; 

Not fo the Sun and Moon 

Which hid their faces in a Jlarlefs Jky, 
A horror of great darknefs at broad noon — 

I, only I. 





Cfie l^eatjenlp &tranffer. 237 

Yet give not o*er, 

But feek Thy Sheep, true Shepherd of the Flock; 
Greater than Mofes, turn and look once more 

And fmite a rock. 

^fie l^eatjenlp fetransm 

STRANGER in the pale moonlight, 

Before the door He Jlood, 
His Locks are drenched with dews of 
night, 
His Raiment jlained with Blood. 

A Torch in nail-pierced Hand He bore 

No earthly Sun fo bright ; 
A Stranger at th' unopened door 

He knocked the livelong night. 

The cruel cinflure o'er His Brow, 

Woven of thorns, is bound ; 
Tears from His Eyes inceJQfant flow, 

Like rain, upon the ground. 

Not for the chill night-dews He wept. 

Nor for the thorny Crown ; 
But that His Own, His loved Ones Jlept, 

And left Him all alone. 

The Jheep will hear the Jhepherd*s cry. 

The hen can call her brood. 
Yet to His Voice came no reply, 

Shepherd, whofe Name is Good. 



238 ^]^e t^aOiom 

The flowers unfold them to the Sun» 

Some radiant grace to win ; 
The livelong night that Torch burnt on. 

Yet all was dark within. 

A Stranger in the morning light. 

Still at the door He Jlood, 
His Locks are drenched with dews of night/ 

His Raiment jlained with Blood. 



%tSi& fi5ur(0 pfnffftun 



KggrJlHRIST'S Peerlefs Crown is piSured m 
r iSSi l ^^^ figures of the Law — 
bSB^^I 'The Ram entangled in the thorns ; 

The Bujh which Mofes Jaw ; 
The Rainbow girding round the Ark ; 

The Table's Crown of gold ; 
The Incenje which in waving wreaths 

Around the Altar rolled. 
Hail ! glorious Crown, which didjl the pangs 

Of Dying Jesus feel ; 
Thou dojl the brightejl gems outjhine, 

And all the Jlars excel. 



239 

%^t dealer of tfic ipatfonsf. 



^I^j^^^^ acrofs the heart deep waves of 

rflil ^°"°'' 

mfMiM Break, as on a dry and barren Jhore ; 
When hope glijlens with no bright 
to-morrow. 
And the Jlorm feems fweeping evermore ; 

When the cup of every earthly gladnefs 
Bears no tajle of the life-giving Stream, 

And high hopes, as though to mock our fadnefs. 
Fade and die as in Jome fitful dream ; 

Who Jhall hujh the weary Spirit's chiding ? 

Who the aching void within Jhall fill ? 
Who Jhall whijper of a Peace abiding ? 

And each /urging billow calmly Jlill ? 

Only He Whofe wounded Heart was broken 
With the bitter Crofs and thorny Crown, 

Whoje dear Love glad Words of Joy had fpoken. 
Who His Life for us laid meekly down. 

BleJQfed Healer ! all our burdens lighten; 

Give us Peace, Thine own Jweet Peace, we pray ; 
Keep us near Thee till the Morn Jhall brighten. 

And all mijls and Jhadows flee away. 




240 C^e paOion. 

3 iDte tfje CroC0. 

LOVE the Crofs. »Tis a holy Form : 

I love on its Form to gaze ; 
My heart grows fonder, my love more 
warm. 
As my eyes to that Form I raije. 

I love the Crofs, Who can love It not ? 

Where hung and where died the Lamb, 
With never a blemijh, and never a fpot 

Of Jin on His mortal Frame, 

*Twas there that He, the Eternal Word, 

Endured the nails and fpear ; 
'Twas there He offered His Life to God, 

That we may to God draw near. 

*Twas there that His jacred Flejh and Blood 

Was broken, pierced, and Jhed ; 
*Twas there jlreamed forth the healing Flood, 

For the living and the dead. 

*Twas there that in that tremendous hour. 

When the fun was Jhrouded, and day grew night. 

He vanquijhed for ever the Serpent's power. 
And poured through the Grave a quickening 
Light. 

Yes, I love the Crofs — as the Chrijlian mujl 
Who fees there the Altar, whereon was laid 



iflorem &p(na cotcnatft 241 

The ViSim That raijed us from the dujl. 
The Ranfom that for our Souls was paid. 

How can this Emblem fail to move 

The too cold jprings of the human breajl. 

This Sign of a Dying Saviour's Love, 
Of a Chrijlian's toil and a Chrijlian's rejl. 

Yes, PU love the Crofs till my latejl breath : 
And why Jhould a Chrijlian be denied 

To waken his love for his Saviour's Death, 
By the Sight of the Crofs where that Saviour 
died? 



iflorem &pfna coronabfu 

j|0 ! the Thorn hath crowned the Flower, 
Who produced it by His Power, 

For the Flower is Mary's Son : 
From the Flower what precious Merit 
Doth the twijled Thorn inherit. 

Flower to thorn-brake rough unknown. 

Through the Flower the flower-thorn pointeth ; 
Yet the Flower the brake anointeth 

With the oil of Piety : 
Life the Thorn from Life's Tree borrows, 
Healing Balm for human forrows, 

Honey with the Jlinging bee. 




242 %lt l^aflloru 

Life's fair Fruit the thorn offendeth ; 
Yet that Fruit life's exile endeth. 

And in it lives Mercy's power : 
Rije, my Soul, in exultation. 
Greet the Crown with veneration, 

Which is France's noblejl dower. 

Ophir's gold that Crown excelleth : 
Precious, comely, rich, it dwelleth 

Budding with the Blood that ran : 
In the Brow this circlet bindeth, 
It perchance the fcoflFer blindeth 

To the Sight of God in Man. 

To the Shittim wood Juperior 
Which adorned the Ark's exterior, 

ReJUng in its tented home. 
Is this Crown : we bow before It, 
To be crowned with Christ Who wore It, 

In the happy age to come. 

%lz mum of ^ilate'0 mitt. 

H, touch not thou that holy Head — 
The Wife of Pilate cried— 
Full is my heart with fear and dread 
As though a Friend had died. 
Or was about to die, injlead 
Of fome one elfe bejide : 
Spare then that Jujl One ; let Him go ; 
The whifpering Spirits tell me jb. 




die gDream of l^ilatf gf Mlffe* 243 

Myjlerious Dream : I faw a Fire 

All boundlefs in its blaze. 
Raging in red omnivorous ire. 

And jcorching in its rays : 
It licked the Heavens with many a fpire, 

Nor could I bear to gaze : 
The clouds together jeemed to roll 
And wither, like a parchment jcroU. 

Hojls upon hojls ejfayed in vain 

The ruthlefs flames to quell : 
Each mountain, city, tower, and plain 

Subfided in the Hell : 
Ten thoujand founds of woe and pain 

Blended into a yell. 
Such as hath jlruck no mortal ear 
But mine — in this lajl night of fear. 

The rocks were rent : the welkin rang ; 

When lo ! as from a Throne, 
While Souls in fecret jbrrow fang, 

A Lamb came forth alone : 
Its look was Love : It hujhed the clang 

Of earth's tremendous groan ; 
Then mounting on the awful Pyre, 
Pierced Its own Heart, and quenched the Fire. 

And as It died, Its clojing Eyes 

With Tears mojl piteous ran : 
Its Face beneath the frowning jkies 

Waxed wonderfully wan ; 




244 ^!)^ ^afllDn^ 

Then changed — and in amazing guije 

An ajpeS wore of Man, 
A Man Divine, and more than fair. 
Too like the myjlic Prijbner there. 



Cattat^ 

O jbngs Jhall break our gloom to-day. 
Save lowliejl Jlrains of Love, 
Which, as we kneel before the Crojs, 
Shall Judden, deeper prove. 

O Thou th' Eternal Son of God, 

The Lamb for Jinners Jlain, 
We worjhip, while Thy Head is bowed 

In Agony and Pain. 

E'en as we gaze, the fweetejl Love 

Encircles Thy pale Brow ; 
O Royal King, more fair than gold 

The Crown Thou wearejl now. 

None tread with Thee the lowly place ; 

Thou Jufferejl alone ; 
Thine is the perfefi Sacrifice 

Which only can atone. 

Thou great High Priejl, Thy Glory-robes 

To-day are laid ajide ; 
And human Sorrows, Son of Man, 

Thy Godhead feem to hide. 



9©aerente0 otuli fpargfte lat^rpmag» 245 

The Crofs is Jharp, but in Thy Woe 

This is the lightejl part ; 
Our Jin it is which pierces Thee 

And breaks Thy jacred Heart. 

Who love Thee mojl, at Thy dear Crofs 

Will truejl, Lord, abide ; 
Make Thou that Crofs our only hope, 

O Jesus Crucified. 



O W let us Jit and weep. 
And fill our hearts with woe. 

Pondering the Jhame, and torments 
deep. 
Which God from wicked men did undergo. 

See ! how the multitude, 
With Jwords and Jlaves, draw nigh ; 

See ! how they fmite, with buffets rude, 
That Head Divine of awful Majejly : 

How, bound with cruel cord, 
Christ to the Scourge is given ; 

And ruffians lift their hands, unawed, 
Againjl the King of kings and Lord of Heaven. 

Hear it ! ye People, hear ! 
Our Good and Gracious God, 




246 ^^t ^^aOttoiu 

Silent beneath the lajh fevere, 
Stands with His facred Shoulders drenched in Blood. 

O jcene for tears ! but now 
The Jinful race contrive 

A torment new — deep in His Brow, 
With all their force the Jagged thorns they drive. 

Then roughly dragged to death, 
Christ on the Crofs is jlain ; 

And, as He dies, with parting Breath, 
Into His Father's Hands gives back His Soul 
again. 



HEN evil thoughts bring trouble nigh 
The Jlruggling heart to rend, 
ThentomySAViouR's Wounds I fly. 
As Jbme life-giving Friend. 

Or when the flejh me layeth low. 

With all its pride and lujl ; 
Remembrance of His Wounds and Woe 

Uplifts me from the dujl. 

When Satan with his cruel wiles 

My Spirit would enfnare, 
I turn me to thofe loving Smiles 

My Lord alone can wear. 




%^t &acreti {IQlaunti^* 247 

If burning paflion e'er abounds 

Within my fevered frame, 
A cooling flood from Jesu's Wounds 

Extinguijhes the flame. 

In forrow*s hour, in night of tearS| 

In Jicknefs or in pain. 
The Wounds of Christ allay my fears 

And make me whole again. 

Securely in thofe Wounds I keep, 

And rejl without a dread ; 
Shall He Who died not Jafely keep 

His Own for whom He bled ? 

Ah, where jb deadly bitter lot 

His Love can not make jweet ? 
Ah, where the poor and humble cot 

Too lowly for His Feet ? 

All, all my hope is in the Crojs, 

Thereon my Merit hangs ; 
To it all elfe is earthly drofs. 

My wealth my Jesu's Pangs. 

Yes ! from His Wounds fprings forth my life ; 

My refuge is His Grave ; 
His Grace Jhall foothe my lajl dark Jlrife ; 

He roje again to fave. 

While His Compajpon wearies not 
I jhall not Merit lack ; 



248 'SrSe l&adlDiu 

While glows the Love my Soul that bought 
His Mercy will not jlack. 

The more my Majler*s Power to fave, 

The more jccure am I ; 
In Jesu's Wounds to live I crave, 

In Jesu's Arms to die. 



SitMl HonUe el Cfelo qufCo. 

REE ! which Heaven has willed to dower 
With that true Fruit whence we live, 
As that other, death did give ; 
Of new Eden loveliejl Flower ; 
Bow of light, that in worjl hour 
Of the worjl flood Signal true, 
0*er the world, of Mercy threw ; 
Fair Plant, yielding fweetejl Wine ; 
Of our David Harp Divine ; 
Of our Mofes Tables new ; 
Sinner am I, therefore I 

Claim upon thy Mercies make, 
Since alone for Jinners' fake 
God on Thee endured to die. 





249 



^uam tieCpectujS, quam refettu^^ 

Hy what Jhame and defolation, 
Working out the world's Salvation, 

Deigned the King of Heaven to bear ! 
See Him, bowed with Sorrows endlefs, 
Hungry, Thirjly, Poor, and Friendlefs, 
Even to the Crofs repair. 

Hold His Wrongs in recoUeSion, 
Who, in undejerved Afflidion, 

Wandered through a thanklejs land : 
Countlefs Agonies unmeafured 
In thy heart of hearts keep treafured. 

If at all thou underjland. 

To the Crofs from Judgment taken. 
Silent, of His Friends forjaken. 

From no Torments doth He Jhrink ; 
There His Hands and Feet they pierced. 
There of gall, as one accursed. 

Gave the King of kings to drink. 

See, the Eye no longer flajhes. 
And the Face is white like ajhes. 

Furrowed with an iron pain. 
On that blejsed Form unjhrouded 
Ancient Comelinejs is clouded ; 

Scarce doth any Grace remain. 



250 ^fie f^aOlDtu 

Whofo hcarejl and believejl, 

See that in this Grief thou grievejl ; 

Groan for heavinejs of heart ; 
Vex thy flejh, thy Soul, with forrow ; 
Weeping reach thy hand, and borrow 

From the Crofs each cruel fmart. 

With the curfe upon Him lying, 
Mark the Man of Sorrows dying, 

Strong in pain, our crowning Seed : 
Jujlly, then, be thou contented 
With thy Lord to be tormented. 

On the Crofs with Him to bleed. 

Brother ! in all work whatever 

Still to fee Christ's Wounds endeavour. 

Still take up the Crofs He bore ; 
Count Him thine eternal Treafure, 
Let thine heart, with deepening pleajbre. 

Feed upon Him more and more. 

Crucified ! fujlain Thy Servant, 
Make my Soul with anguijh fervent 

Feel Thy Pajjion day by day. 
Lovingly I yearn to cherijh 
That fweet Crofs where Thou didjl perifh. 

In Thine Arms to pafs away. 




251 

(Eattec (Etjem 

HERE is nothing more that they can do 
For all their rage and boajl ; 
Caiaphas with his blafpheming crew, 
Herod with his hojl, 

Pontius Pilate in his Judgment-hall 

Judging their Judge and his, 
Or he who led them all and pajQfed them all, 

Arch-Judas with his kijs. 

The Sepulchre made fure with ponderous Stone, 

Seal that fame Stone, O Priejl ; 
It may be thou Jhalt block the Holy One 

From rijing in the eajl : 

Set a watch about the Sepulchre 

To watch on pain of death ; 
They mujl hold fajl the Stone if One Jhould /lir 

And jhake it from beneath. 

God Almighty, He can break a Seal 

And roll away a Stone ; 
Can grind the proud in dujl who would not kneel. 

And crujh the mighty one. 
« « « ♦ « 

There is nothing more that they can do 

For all their pajQionate care, 
Thofe who fit in duJl, the bleJQfed few. 

And weep and rend their hair : 



252 ^tie |9afllom 

Peter, Thomas, Mary Magdalene, 
The Virgin Unreproved, 
ojeph with Nicodemus foremojl men. 
And John the Well-beloved, 

Bring your finejl Linen and your Spice, 

Swathe the Sacred Dead, 
Bind with careful hands and piteous eyes 

The Napkin round His Head ; 

Lay Him in the Garden-rock to rejl ; 

Rejl you the Sabbath length : 
The Sun That went down crimfon in the wcjl 

Shall rife renewed in Strength. 

God Almighty Jhall give Joy for pain. 
Shall comfort him who grieves : 

Lo ! He with Joy Jhall doubtlefs come again 
And with Him bring His Sheaves. 



F thou dojl wijh to joy indeed 
And win from God fuch glorious Meed 

As circles Him Who wears it. 
Then thou mujl hail the Crown to-day. 
And ever follow on the way 

The Steps of Him Who bears it. 

This Wreath the Heavenly Sovereign wore. 
Honouring and hallowing what He bore 




fef tifjs tiere glorfart* 253 

Upon His Forehead holy ; 
'Twas in this Helm He fought, and thus 
He Jlew His old Foe on the Crofs, 

While JufFering, fad, and lowly. 

The Helmet of our warring Chief, 
Our Conqueror's triumphant Leaf, 

Our Heavenly Pontiff's Mitre — 
Firjl was it made of thorn, and now, 
Since it has touched His hallowing Brow, 

Than very gold *tis brighter, 

Christ*s PajQTion touched and Jlill adorns 
The points of thofe transfigured thorns 

With BleJQfednefs fupernal, 
That o'er our nature wild doth fpread. 
And vanquijhes the final dread 

Of Death that is eternal. 

Of gathered ills a penal wreath. 
With many a probing thorn beneath, 

For thofe whom pajjions harden 
Is jhaped — ^yet turns to gold, when Jin 
Is put away, and from within 

Each turns to fue for pardon. 

O Jesu Holy, Jesu Kind, 

Grant us, in our great Jlrait, to find 

Succefs of Thy Forecajling; 
So harmonize our hearts within 
That we a bleJQfed Crown may win 

Of Glory evcrlajling. 




254 ^^e paCSom 



Cfirfltus ConColator^ 

OPE of thofe that have none other. 
Left for life by Father, Mother, 
All their dearejl lojl or taken. 
Only not by Thee forfaken ; 
Comfort Thou the fad and lonely. 
Saviour Dear, for Thou canjl only. 

When the glooms of night are o'er us, 
Satan in his Jlrength before us ; 
When dejpair and doubt and terror 
Drag the blinded heart to error ; 
Comfort Thou the poor and lonely. 
Saviour Dear, for Thou canJl only. 

By Thy days of earthly trial, 

By Thy friend's foreknown denial. 

By Thy Crofs of bitter anguijh, 

Leave not Thou Thy Lambs to languijh : 

Comforting the weak and lonely 

Lead them in Thy Pajlures only. 

Sick with hope deferred, or yearning 
For the never now returning, 
When the glooms of grief o'erjhade us. 
Thou hajl known, and Thou wilt aid us : 
To Thine own Heart take the lonely. 
Leaning on Thee only, only. 




255 



i3D Caltiarp. 

CALVARY ! 

Thou Mount of Myjlcry ; 
Might I but climb thy Jleep 
And lay me down to weep ; 
Might I but apprehend the Crojs, 
And leave for e'er this earthly drofs ! 

O Calvary ! 
To all Eternity 
Shall be the found mojl dear 
To Juch as love and fear, 
As love and fear the jacred Name 
Of Him Who bore the Crojs and Jhame. 

'Twas on thy height, 
Amid meridian night. 
He bowed His Head and died, 
For Jinners crucified ; 
And dofed through mortal Woe and Thrall, 
Crying— 'Tis finijhed, finijhed all. 

To Thee, to Thee 
Alone, my God, I flee ; 
To Thee Who Jhed Thy Blood, 
Thirjling to drain the flood, 
Eager to cleanfe the Jlain of guilt 
By that Thy boundlefs Love hath f^Ul. 



256 %lt teaffiom 

In every Cry 
Of matchlejs Agony, 
Which wrung Thy tortured Frame, 
I mark but Jlill the fame, 
Thy Grace, my need ; Thy Love, my Jin ; 
Thy Joy an erring Soul to win. 

Then, fie ! my heart. 

If thou canjl e'er depart 

From fuch a pricelejs Friend 

Who died thy death to end ; 

If thou, my Soul, canJl e*er forget 

Him Who hath paid thy Heaven-ward debt. 



iarborem maUtae ejpftftHie* 

TRIKE boldly down the tree of malice 
Dig deep — root up its hidden pride 
No longer in a goodly chalice 
Gather the poifon from its Jide. 

There is a Tree of Life ereSed, 

A goodlier jhade, on Calvary's height ; 

In place of that, be this eleded. 
Thither repair and find delight. 

There at the Crofs of Ages bending. 

Pour forth thy vows, raife up thy prayer. 

And 'neath that jhade of Love unending^ 
Thy heart jhall breathe a tranquil air. 




ifatfier, fnto Cfj? IfeatHijj^ ^u 257 

For there no tcmpejl, Jlorm, or forrow, 

But what fweet Love can foothe, may fall ; 

A day of toil — and on the morrow 
Rejl endlefs Jhall atone for all. 

As on a rock the wild waves beating. 

Break idly with unmeaning foam. 
So pain is Jhort, and forrow fleeting 

Where Jesus fpeaks, and calls thee Home. 

O ever blejjed Crofs of ages, 

How fweet the hope by thee begot : 

How dark and difmal all prefages, 
How cheerlefs all where Thou art not. 

What fprings of Love, increajing ever. 
Well from the fountain of the Crojs ; 

How Jhall thy brook become a river, 
And all but Thee, Sweet Jesus, lofs ! 



ifat^er, (nto Clip ^antiiS 3 tommenti 

HE Race is nearly finijhed, the Battle 
well nigh done. 
Looks down the Mighty Father well 
pleafed upon His Son ; 
And the nations of the earth to the Crofs in fpirit come 
To lijlen to His dying Words — the Jignal of their 
doom. 




2sS %^t ^^aCQion. 

The Saint alike andjinner are kneeling jilent there, 
Thofe weeping tears of gladnefs, thefe rapt in dull 

defpair ; 
For well they know thofe dying Words Jhall one 

day reach each Soul, 
And even as it lived its life, Jhall madden or conjble. 
And now the moment comes, He lifts His Eyes to 

Heaven — 
Lo ! Father, It is done— the Tajkwhichthou hajl 

given, 
I have trod the prefs alone, poured out My Blood 

like wine, 
And have fnatched thefe Souls from Hell ; behold 

them — they are Thine. 
Jujlice and Peace have kiJQfed, and Mercy is recon- 
ciled, 
And each fmful fon of Eve, Father, is now Thy 

Child : 
I fought for each, that each might with Me the 

Land inherit. 
And Father into Thy Hands I now commend My 

Spirit. 
With a loud Voice He fpoke — ^and then bowed 

Him down to die. 
And all the weeping nations took from Hb Lips 

that Cry ; 
Up as one mighty Vow it went from the Blood- 

Jlained earth 
Claiming for all her fons a new and immortal 

Birth— 




%^z (Entombment 259 

Receive them for His Sake Wlio died that they 

might inherit — 
Into Thy Hands, O Lord, we commend each 

parting Spirit ! 



CSe (Entombments 

UR BleJJed Lord, Jlill on the Crofs 
behold : 
Thofe tender pitying Eyes are clofed 
in death ; 
And thofe Almighty Hands, rigid and cold ; 

Sealed are thofe Lips, and JUence locks the Breath : 
He is not left alone : by that fad Tree 

Borne down with grief His holy Mother Jlands 
With His beloved D'ifciple : weeping fee 

The projlrate Magdalene with clafped hands. 

They who in fecret came to Him in life, 

Boldly in death confefs Him before men, 
Fine Linen bring, with Myrrh, and Spices rife ; 

They Join the forrowing group, and weep with 
them. 
Mark with what reverent care they now take down 

That Bleeding Form, and gently they begin 
To lift the thorny Crown, draw forth the nails 

By cruel hands fo roughly driven in. 

His BlejQfed Mother weeps, dafps that dear Head 
Which on her Bofom Jlept in early years ; 



26o %^t ^Mon^ 

Thofe BleJJed Feet, fo wounded, cold, and dead 
Again the Magdalene now bathes with tears : 

His feared and wajled Limbs are gently bound 
In the fine Linen ; pouring fweet perfume 

Of Myrrh and Spices in the gaping Wound, 
With mournful hajle they bear Him to the Tomb. 

Lord Jesus, grant me Grace to banijh hence 

Thofe heinous Jins which nailed Thee to the Tree, 
Embalming Thee with Myrrh of penitence 

In my deanfed heart, in holy purity : 
Thee the rich Stranger to his new Tomb bore ; 

Vouchfafe to make my heart Thy rejling-place : 
Would none had ever laid therein before ! 

Oh, cleanfe, renew it, till the Day of Grace. 

%lt ©etcapaU 

OLD is the wind, the fcene is drear. 
No ray of comfort can appear 

For Him Who comforts all : 
Angels relufiant fold their plumes 
As the great Foe his pojl aJQumes 
Upon the field to fall. 

Yet fome brief triumph is at hand, 
Such as the Serpent may command 

To bruife Emmanuel's Heel ; 
And through the centre of His Heart 
Send, dipt in poifon, many a dart 

He bitterly mujl feel. 




Cfie JBetrajal* 261 

For, lo ! o*er Cedron's Jhallow jlreatn, 
See how thofe lurid torches gleam 

In fitful jlreaks of light : 
Weapons of war are glittering there, 
The fword that knows not how to fpare 

Either by day or night. 

And one before the rejl advances 
Jujl as a Demon, when he glances 

Upon fome fpotlefs prey : 
And clothes himjelf in gentle form, 
Lejl, prefcient of the coming Jlorm, 

The prize Jhould pafs away. 

O meek Redeemer, dojl Thou move 
To meet the Traitor, and reprove 

That execrable kifs ? 
Yielding Thyfelf for a fmful man, 
Whoje life on earth is but a /pan — 

Was ever Love like this ? 

Alas ! for me the guQt is mine 
Whene'er againjl Thy Will benign 

My treacherous heart hath Jlood : 
Mine are the lips that hath betrayed, 
Mine is the debt which mujl be paid 

With Groans, and Tears, and Blood. 




262 de )^a01oiu 



"iziUy ml 9DulcC(fime, SDomfne Coelontnu 

ESU, Solace of my Soul, 
Gentle Mediator, 
King of Kings from pole to pole, 
^^ Heaven and earth's Creator, 
Who can praije Thee as he ought, 
Thee, the world-wide Wonder, 
Tell what pangs our Jbrrows wrought. 
Rending Thee afunder ? 

Love, it drew Thee from the Jky, 

Love of Souls that perijhed. 
Leaving — here on earth to die — 

All Thy Glories cherijhed : 
Born into the vale of tears. 

There Thyfelf more tearful ; 
Toiling up the Jleep of years 

To a height more fearful. 

Bom life's faddejl paths to tread. 

Thou the world's Salvation ; 
Hungry, Thou the Living Bread 

In its defolation ; 
Thou, the fourfold River's Fount, 

Paradife all Jleeping, 
Thirjling on the curfed Mount, 

In the Garden weeping. 



3ft i0 nnif^tti ! 263 

Oh, the depth, the breadth, the height 

Of Thy Love's extenjion, 
Jesus, Oh, the wondrous might 

Of Thy Condefcenjion ; 
Innocency's purejl bloom, 

All Thy Foes refuting. 
Bearing all our jbrrow's doom. 

All our jins imputing. 

Mine the while the joys of life, 

Thine its Tribulation ; 
Mine the glory of the Jlrife, 

Thine the Conjlernation ; 
Mine the banquet's Jweetnejs all, 

Thine the Self-devotion, 
Thine the Vinegar and Gall 

For Thy bitter Potion. 



It i0 inmth ! 

r is finijhed ! He hath feen 

Each beloved one leave His Side ; 
He by one betrayed hath been, 
By the chief of all denied. 




It is finijhed ! He hath wept 
O'er the coming of His Woe, 

Till the Blood in torrents fwept 
To the reddening ground below. 



264 Cfie paflloit* 

It is finijhed ! He hath borne 
Scourges that His Bones laid bare. 

Purple Robe and Crown of fcom. 
Sceptred reed, and mocking jlare. 

Itisftnijhed! Hehathjlood 
By the ribald King, whofe hand 

Guilty of the Baptijl's blood, 

Mocked Him to his Soldier band. 

It is finijhed ! He hath bowed 

*Neath the Crofs to Calvary's jleep. 

And hath jeen amid the crowd — 
Bitter woe ! — His Mother weep. 

It is finijhed ! Not a wail 

Told His Pain, when hammers Jent, 
To the very Heart, the nail 

Through His Sinews crujhed and rent. 

It is finijhed ! He hath hung 
Three long hours, in grief to die, 

Curj*es loud on every tongue. 
Malice in each heart and eye. 

It is finijhed ! Mocked and curjl 

Through the gloom His lajl Words jighing ; 
Sin and Hell have done their worjl : 

It is finijhed! He is dying. 

It is finijhed ! John is weeping — 
Well he knows the fight is won — 



^fie &acreli &(ffn^ 265 

Though the Mother jlill is keeping 
Silent watch bejide her Son. 

It is (inijhed ! Nought is left- 
He may yield at lajl His Breath, 

Bleeding, bruifed, forlorn, bereft — 
LiF£ in dying conquers Death. 



TAY! grieved One, Jlay ! 
I have opened to Jbrangers the facred cell 
Of the Spirit where Thou didjl deign to 
dwell — 




But leave me not lone to-day. 

Return ! dread Guejl : 
Oh ! enter the threjhold that yet doth bear 
The holy Crofs that was jculptured there 

When the Majler the manjion blejl. 

'TiswithmeJliU, 
Though the Sign be dimmed and its frejhnefs gone ; 
And I trujl in His Grace Who died thereon 

To Jhield me from mortal ill. 

Then blefs me now : 
Thou that wert by at tjiat folemn hour 
When the holy Priejl, by Thine awful Power, 

Firjl traced It upon my brow. 




266 ^fie ?©aflIom 

Send Jlill Thine Aid : 
Till ajleep on the lap of the Church I may fall, 
And Jlart from the dujl at the Trumpet-call 

In the Might of that Symbol arrayed. 



^fie ^abbatfi. 

INE Linen bring for Winding-Jheet ; 
Anoint His Limbs with Spices fweet ; 
And place Him in the frejh-hewn Tomb, 
A fecond time in Virgin-Womb. 

The warrior rejls when Jlrife is o'er. 

And peace jucceeds the battle's roar : 

Then, gently down the Conqueror lay 

To Jlumber through the Sabbath-day. 

That Sabbath-day, it was the lajl ; 

For fcarce its numbered hours are pajl. 

When, burjling from the filent Grave, 

He comes the ranjbmed world to fave. 

This is the Day the Lord hath made. 

The Day of days in light arrayed 2 

In vain ye feek Him, Sijlers three ; 

The night is done ; the Sun is free. 

Hujh, hujh your weeping ; dry your tears ; 

This is no time for idle fears : 

Behold Him, Mary, at thy ]idc, 

The Rijcn God, the Glorified. 



I 




26; 
(Eatter (£iu 

ILENCE in the Houfe of Prayer ; 

Low our Lord in earth lies Jlccping; 
Silence, Jilence, everywhere, 

While the Saints their watch are 
keeping. 

He at earliejl morn Jhall rije ; 

Now in myjlic Peace He jlumbers : 
Flow, ye plaintive melodies; 

Ring, ye Jlill recurring numbers. 

Sweet it feems to jit and wake 
By that Tomb, in garden lonely, 

Knowing He can ne'er forfake. 
This a pajQIing trial only. 

Though for us His Soul doth feek 
That myjlerious World of Spirits, 

He Jhall rije to cheer the weak ; 
Hope and Joy His Church inherits. 

So Lent's latejl vigil now 

Keep wc with a tempered jadnefs : 

Eajler-morn ! j*peed quickly thou, 
And transform this grief to gladnejs. 

Silence in the Houfe of Prayer ; 

Low our Lord in earth lies jleeping ; 
Silence, jilence, everywhere. 

While the Saints their watch arc keeping. 




268 %^t i&alBom 



prome tiocem, Sl^ensf, tanoram^ 

RAW out, fad heart, thy melody^ 
And tell with plaintive cry 
The Sorrows of the Cruciiiedy 
The Wounds of Him that died. 
Him, Who a willing ViSim came 
To die a Spotlejs Lamb. 

By that unpitying fury killed, 

Our Ranfom He fulfilled ; 
We drink Health from His bitter Cup, 

His Crofs doth lift us up. 
His Stripes for us a balm have found, 

*Tis He our wounds hath bound. 

With Feet and Hands transfixed in pain 

He burjls our bonds in twain ; 
For us a healing Fount He bore, 

At every bleeding pore — 
The nails that hold Thee on the Tree 

Bind us to that and Thee. 

Thy Heart, now Jlilled by Deaths cold trance. 

Hath pierced the barbed lance. 
Opening a door to all below. 

Whence Blood and Water flow : 
This hath the Fount of cleanfmg Jhown, 

That is our Heavenly Crown. 




^lje Hotie of Ctirftt, |c. 269 

Grant» Saviour, that for us below 
Thcfe Fountains aye may flow, 

The Cup of healing here to prove. 
The Cup of Blifs above ; 

Then we will ever Jing Thy Praife 
Through Heaven's eternal Days. 

^fie Hotie Of Ctin'S tofiCcfi palTetti 

BORE with thee long weary days and 
nights. 
Through many pangs of Heart, 
through many Tears ; 
I bore with thee, thy hardnejs, coldnejs, Jlights, 
For three and thirty years. 

Who elfe had dared for thee what I have dared ? 
I plunged the depth mojl deep from Blifs above ; 
I not My Flejh, I not My Spirit fpared : 
Give thou Me love for Love. 

For thee I thirjled in the daily drouth. 

For thee I trembled in the nightly frojl : 
Much fweeter thou than honey to My Mouth : 
Why wilt thou Jlill be lojl ? 

I bore thee on My Shoulders and rejoiced : 

Men only marked upon My Shoulders borne 
The branding Crofs ; and Jhouted hungry-voiced. 
Or wagged their heads in /com. 



270 ^it i&a(0Diu 

Thee did nails grave upon My Hands, thy name 
Did thorns for frontlets Jlamp between Mine 
Eyes: 
I, Holy One, put on thy guilt and Jhame, 
I, God, Priejl, Sacrifice. 

A thief upon My right Hand and My left ; 

Six hours alone, athirjl, in mifery : 
At length in death one /mote My Heart, and cleft 
A Hiding-place for thee. 

Nailed to the racking Crojs, than bed of down 

More dear, whereon to Jlretch Myfelf and Jleep: 
So did I win a Kingdom— Jhare My Crown ; 
A harvejl — come and reap. 



%^t breafefng l^eart* 

WEARY Heart in weary Breajl, 
O weary Heart that will not rejl 
With all Thy mortal Care opprejl. 



Let me in all Thy Pulfes feel. 

The Love of Him whoje Love can heal 

And give me everlajling Weal ! 

Oh, let me, pajQIing where He trod, 

By Olivet's anointed fod 

Study the breaking Heart of God ; 




%lt breaWnff !^eact* 27 1 

That Heart with forrow overfraught. 
To Agony intenfejl wrought 
By pajQIions of atoning thought : 

Till Jympathy true likenejs breed 
And all my inner nature bleed. 
In jufFering with the Love Indeed. 

Till dowered by fupernal Grace, 
This mortal will God's Will embrace. 
And a new pulfe the old replace. 





PART V. 

(ZBaaer^ 

THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

OW the world's frejh dawn of birth 
Teems with new rejoicings rife ; 
Christ is rijing, and on earth 

All things with Him rife to life. 
Feeling this memorial Day 
Him the elements obey, 

Serve, and lay ajide their Jlrife. 

Gleamy fire flits to and fro, 

Throbs the everlajling air. 
Water without pauje doth flow. 

And the earth Jlands flrm and fair ; 
Light creations upward leap, 
Heavier to the centre keep. 

All things renovation Jhare. 



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a 
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%lt 2Defeat of 2Deat:5t 273 

Clearer are the jkies above, 

And more quiet is the Jea, 
Each low wind is full of love. 

Our own vale is blooming free, 
Drynefs flujhing into green, 
Warm delight where frojl hath been, 

For Spring cometh tenderly. 

Melted is the ice of Death, 

And the world's Prince driven away ; 
From amidjl us vanijheth 

All his old tyrannic fway. 
He, who fought to dafp more tight 
That wherein he held no right. 

Fails of his peculiar prey. 

Life is vanquijher of Death, 

And the Joy man lojl of old 
That he now recovereth. 

Even Paradife to hold. 
For the Cherub, keeping ward. 
By the Promije of the Lord 
Turns the many*flaming fword, 

And the willing gates unfold. 



Cfie 9Defeat of 9Deat^. 

E comes ! He comes ! the Tomb 
Opens her pregnant womb. 
And Life and Light jpring forth in 
myjlic birth ; 
T 




274 (Eafter^ 

The garden flowers exhale 
Scents on the morning gale. 
Heaven gives her Angel-guard, her fragrance 
earth : 
The Grave is jwallowed up, and Death mujl 
die ; 
Where is thy Jling, O Death ? where, Grave, thy 
vifiory ? 

Fling wide, great Heaven, thy door 
The Lord of Hojls before ; 
He bears the bloJQbm of the budding Wood : 
The Lily jprouts to thee 
Her Graft upon the Tree, 
The Crojs is quickened from the living Blood ; 
Our High Priejl bears His Staff no longer dry. 
He Jmites thy Jling, O Death ; Jlays, Grave, thy 
viSory, 

He comes ! He comes in Might ! 
Triumphant o'er the Night ; 
In dread difmay exclaim the Powers of Hell — 
We hailed Him as the dead : 
With Him our fway has fled. 
The flrjl-fruits of the Jleepers breaks our fpell : 
We hold the dead ; He raijes all — For He 
Has drawn thy Jling, O Death ; robbed. Grave, 
thy viSory. 

Lift up your heads, ye Gates I 
The King of Glory waits. 



3|erui5 lebt, mit 3||im aucj it^ 27s 

He waitsbut for the Rainbow round His Throne : 
One half the ring is fet 
On earth, the rejl is met 
In plighted faith where earth and Heaven are one : 
The Bride may lift the veil, her Lord to Jee : 
Where now thy Jling, O Death ? where, Grave, 
thy viSory ? 



He comes ! He comes, once more ! 
Roll back the golden door. 
The Trumpet founds : once more the Lord is 
come. 

In fecond Advent-tide 
He comes to claim the Bride, 
And bear the Children to their Heavenly home : 
There God Jhall wipe the tear from every eye : 
Where is thy Jling, O Death ? O Grave, thy 
viSory ? 



3|eru0 lebt, mit ^fym aucfi (cj. 

ESUS lives — no longer now 

Can thy terrors. Death, appal us ; 
Jesus lives — by this we know 

Thou, O Grave, canjl not enthral us : 
Brighter fcenes at Death commence ; 
This JbaU be our confidence. 




276 (Eaffe^ 

Jesus lives — to Him the Throne 

High o'er Heaven and earth is given ; 

We may go where He is gone, 

Rejl and reign with Him in Heaven : 

God through Christ forgives offence ; 

This Jhall be our confidence. 

Jesus lives — who now defpairs, 

Spurns the Word which God hath Jpoken ; 
Pledged to grant to Jinners* prayers, 

Grace whereby Jin's yoke is broken : 
Christ rejeSs not penitence ; 
This Jhall be our confidence. 

Jesus lives — for us He died ; 

Hence will we, to Jesus living. 
Pure in heart and a£i abide, 

Praife to Him and Glory giving : 
Freely God doth Grace difpenfe ; 
This Jhall be our confidence. 

Jesus lives — our hearts know well, 
Nought from us His Love Jhall fever ; 

Life nor Death, nor powers of Hell, 
Part us now from Christ for ever : 

God will be a fure Defence ; 

This Jhall be our confidence. 

Jesus lives — henceforth is Death 
Entrance-gate of Life immortal ; 




3erui5 lebt, mit 3lim aucj (cfi* 277 

This jhall calm our trembling breath, 

When we pafs its gloomy portal : 
Faith Jhall cry, as fails each Jenje — 
LoRD^ Thou art our Confidence. 



^TfjuvoZfiVf (Tov XpKTTB, TO (Tcon^piov TluOog. 

HRIST, we fmg Thy faving Pajpon, 
Thine Arijing glorify ; 
Death for ever to abolijh 

Thou upon the Crofs didjl die ; 
Then from Hades Thou didJl hajlen, 

As alone Omnipotent ; 
Grant us Peace in life, Redeemer, 
Joy when earthly life is fpent, 

Sing we now Thy Condefcenjion, 

Christ, with God the Father One ; 
We in lofty hymns will praije Thee, 

Mary-Mother's BleJOfed Son. 
Thou for us as Man didJl fufFer, 

Willingly the Crofs didJl bear, 
That Thy RefurreSion-glory 

We, the fons of men, may Jhare. 

Coming as from bridal chamber, 
Robed with orient morning-light, 

Bringing to the world Salvation, 
Spoiling Hell of all her might ; 




278 (Eaaer* 

Raijing by Thy RefurreSion, 

Man to dignity mojl high; 
Christ, may we with pure thankjgiving 

Thee for ever glorify. 



iD ffite u0 Peace* 

GIVE us Peace — ^the weary Heathen 
cried — 
Peace hath its home without, above, 
around, 

In Jky, on wave, in flowers it doth abide. 
Only within our hearts it is not found. 

We know not whence it flows nor what it is ; 

But ye, ye fay, are come from a far Jhore 
Bringing for boon glad News of Joy to this — 

What greater joy than Peace? what lack we 
more? 

Thus fpake in thefe lajl times jad Africa ; 

And then the Angel of a Church new-bom 
Told them how in the pajl men yearned as they. 

And how Peace came on the flrjl Eajler morn. 

For Jince on earth the curfe primaeval came 
Till o'er it Feet Divine in bleJding trode. 

From many a heart in cares and need the jame 
That cry — O give us Peace — went up to God. 



That cry was heard as on this happy. Day 
When earth at dawn was bid its Trujl dijclofe, 

When One came down from Heaven and rolled 
away 
A Jlone, and He Who is our Peace aroje. 

When with His own ere death He communed lajl 
*Twas Peace He left them, 'twai His Peace 
He gave, 
And * Peace !* was His firjl Greeting when He pajfed 
Through the Jhut doors as forth from the Jealed 
Grave. 

Mojl fure the Gift of Peace He brought us then, 
Peace from the wall broke down, the breach 
made whole, 

Peace between God and man, and Man and men. 
Peace in that weary inner world, man's Soul. 

Have we not Peace ? hath He not heard our prayer ? 

The New-birth waters were to us His Tomb, 
We rofe from them as He from it, and there 

The trouble, Jin, lay dead as in earth's gloom. 

Shall we be troubled more ? Jhall heirs of Heaven 
Send from regenerate hearts the Heathen's cry? 

Shall we to whom a better Peace was given 
Be Jhamed by outward Nature's harmony ? 

Ah, the glad Eajler-bells ; they anfwer — No ; 

Ourheartsmujl be where Christ is, far on High : 
Daily, within, the only Peace Jhall grow. 

If Jin, the only trouble, daily die. 




28o (Caftet^ 



l^it tit bfejS tieru0 SDeC^ 

HIS is indeed the Day of God, 
Serene its holy Light within. 
When, in His Son's mojl facred Blood, 
Was wajhed away the world's foul jin. 

To Souls dejlroyed. It brings relief; 

To darkened, makes the vijion clear. 
Wherein the late-forgiven Thief 

DiJJblves the fpell of guilty fear. 

His Crofs of Jhame with honour crowned. 
Swift he acquired in Jesus trujl ; 

Then, fwifter, at one blejjed bound, 
Rofe to the Manjions of the Jujl. 

A wonder Angels had not wijl — 
His limbs are rent with penal woes. 

Yet, clinging in its guilt to Christ, 
His Soul to Life eternal goes. 

O Myjlery ! adoring, fall ! 

Blood that the world's pollution Jcours, 
And takes away the Jins of all ; 

Flejh which rejlores the lapfe of ours. 

Ah ! what can be fublime as this ? 

That Grace Jhould come in quejl of guilt. 
Sweet Charity fad fear difmifs, 

And new Life /pring from Blood-drops Jpilt. 



alleluia ! Cfirttt i0 mttn. 281 

Can greedy Death the hook devour ? 

Himfelf enfnare in his own mejh ? 
The Life of men he firjl o'erpower ? 

And then, that Life jlart up afrejh ? 

Though death on our whole race hath pajl, 

Can all the dead to life arife ? 
And he^ with his own jlroke down cajl. 

Mourn 'tis himfelf alone that dies ? 

Author of all ! here feen by faith» 
In this glad Peajl we look to Thee : 

From every pang and power of Death, 
For ever fet Thy People free. 



saitMai Cfitm (0 Effem 

LLELUIA! Chrijl is Rifen 

Conqueror o'er Sin and Death ; 
Burjling from the death-dark prifon, 
Heaven's high Throne He chal- 
lengeth. 

In the Tomb, deformed and gory, 

Reft of Life the Saviour lay ; 
Now on God's Right Hand in Glory 

O'er the world He beareth fway. 

Every knee Jhall bend before Him, 
Every tongue proclaim Him Lord ; 




282 (CaSm 

BleJTed is the Womb that bore Him, 
Blejl are they who keep His Word. 

Raife then, Lord, our hearts, we pray Thee, 
From the earth to Heaven above ; 

Where in Biifs for ever may we 
Sing Thy Mercies and Thy Love. 



(Ccce tempu0 eft tiernale* 

PRING is in its beauty glowing. 
When the Tree, unique in growing. 
Through the world its branches throwing. 
Bears our wondrous Ranfom, Jhowing 
Man o'er Death vifiorious. 

Urged by Jews of cruel feeling, 
Men His myjlic Fruit are peeling ; 
O'er the Crofs His Blood is Jlealing ; 
Heaven grows dark, the earth is reeling. 
At this deed notorious. 

Charged with blafphemy and treafon. 
See Him Jcourged, and fufFering lejion 
From the Crown of Thorns* adhe/ion, 
Tajling gall, and, without reajbn. 
Bearing feoffs opprobrious. 

But, while frantic Jews are crying, 
• Lead Him off for crucifying ;* 




j^\x kommen dec toaor f^ao^fiafrDejU. 283 

While in torments He is dying ; 
To our race, in mifery lying, 
Comes Salvation glorious. 

Saints of God, from your dejeSion 
Ri/e in faith and jlrong affefiion ; 
Give your hearts to joy's direfiion ; 
Lo ! the Day of RefurreSion 
Dawns in brightnejs o'er us. 



i^u kommett aer toaov l^ao^fiafVDeAi* 

UR Pafchal Joy at lajl is here, 
We praife Thee, Christ, Redeemer 

dear. 
From death Thy Servants Thou dojl 
fave, 
Thyfelf arijing from the Grave. 

The Tree of Life its Fruit hath borne. 
The Tree where Thou wajl hung in fcom, 
Whereon Thy rofy Blood was Jhed — 
And now we feed on Heavenly Bread. 

We praije Thee, Jesu, for Thy Hand 
Hath freed us from Corruption's band. 
Our weary thraldom now is o'er. 
We bow beneath the Law no more. 




We can do all things through Thy Might. 
Set free the jlares, to give Thee laud. 
And bring them to the Land of God, 

O Rifen Lord^ grant us to rife. 
As Thou hajl done, in joyful wife, 
Firjl, for Thy Work, from error's gloom. 
Then, on the Lajl Day, from the tomb. 

We praife Thee, Who from Death's fierc< 
The carnal, under evil fold, 
Hajl freed, and pointed out the way 
Where we mujl tread to live for aye. 



(Bob i0 gone up tofc^ a merr? j^oi 

OD is gone up with a merry noi 




^att tH rancta &Dllemn{ta0, &. 285 

And rojes bloom in the dejert tomb» 
For Jesus hath been there. 

And He hath tamed the Jlrength of Hell, 
And dragged him through the Jky, 

And captive behind His Chariot wheel 
He hath bound Captivity. 



^att tit tantta ^oUemnfta^ roUemttCtatum. 

AIL ! the holy Day of days : 
High the fong of triumph raife ; 
To the Saviour's Glory tell 
How the Crofs hath vanquijhed Hell, 

And the empire, old and jlrong, 

Satan's power had held Jo long. 

By the precious Blood are we 

Now Redeemed of Christ, and free ; 

High thankfgiving therefore raife, 

Sing the great Redeemer's praife. 

King of kings, thy Saints unite 

To the choir of Angels bright ; 

Hear them when they make their prayer. 

For Thy Worjhip is their care ; 

Show them. Lord, Thy tender Grace, 

All the fweetnejs of Thy Face. 

Thou, Who wouldjl not manjhould lie 

Under righteous doom to die. 

Who, for man, didjl Jloop fo low 

Death Thyfelf to undergo. 



286 (Catter* 

Thou hajl changed that Law of doom, 
Rijing from Thy facred Tomb. 
Now, Thy bitter PaJJion done. 
Thou, the Well-beloved Son 
Of the Father, throned on high, 
Rulejl all below the Jky. 
Alleluia ! Lord, we Jing 
Jesu, Christ, Redeemer, King. 



E is rifen ! He is rifen ! 

Jesus Christ is rifen to-day : 
He the bands of Death hath riven. 
He, the Life, the Truth, the Way. 

Why approach, ye weeping fair, 
Bringing Unguents for your King ? 

Ye but find a Jhining pair 
Who the Joyous Anthems Jing — 

He is rijen ! He is rifen ! 

Jesus Christ is rifen to-day : 
He the bands of Death hath riven. 

He, the Life, the Truth, the Way : 

Hajle ye to proclaim the Jlory ; 

Linger not around the Tomb : 
Hajle to find the Lord of Glory 

In His Refurrefiion bloom. 




&al6e ! fefta SDieg, f c. 287 

So may we, when loved ones bearing 
To the dull and cheerlefs grave. 

Hear a Voice from Heaven declaring— 
Jesus died, and roje to fave. 

Now, O Death, in triumph fw^pwed, 

Where is vijible thy Jling ? 
Hades ! e'en thy courts were hallowed 

By the prefence of thy King. 

Gone, O Grave, thy power for ever ; 

Vanijhed is the Jlrength of Jin : 
Jesus came Hell's chains to fever ; 

Christ our ViSory hath been. 

Myriad myriad tongues are pealing 
Forth their hymn of joy to-day ; 

Heaven and earth, one rapture feeling. 
Blend in one harmonious lay — 

He is rifen ! He is rijen ! 

Jesus Christ is rijen to-day : 
He the bands of Death hath riven, 

He, the Life, the Truth, the Way. 

&albe! ttUta 9Dtej$, toto denerabftf^ aedo. 

AIL ! Day of days, in peals of praife 
Throughout all ages owned, 
When Christ our God, Hell's empire 
trod, 
And high o'er Heaven was throned. 




288 (Caffer* 

Thou funn'Jl the year, the months dojl cheer, 

Thou, Day of days mojl bright, 
Dojl through each hour thy brightnejs pour, 

AH time and fpace dojl light, 

Christ, Heaven's true Wealth, earth's favin 
Health, 

Creator, Saviour Blejl, 
God's only Son, th* Eternal One, 

True God of God confejl. 

When wrecked and drowned in depth^ profound 

Thine Eye lojl man jurveyed ; 
Thou, wondrous Plan ! to refcue man, 

Thyfelf True Man wert made. 

Who Life dojl give to all that live, 

Thou lay'jl Thee on Thy Bier ; 
From gloomy Grave to raife and Jave, 

Thou walk'Jl the Valley drear. 

Almighty Lord, fulfil the Word 
Thou gav'Jl Thy mourning Dove, 

*Tis the third morn j to Life return ; 
Arife, my buried Love. 

Thy Face rejlore. Thy Light once more 

O'er worlds reviving Jhed ; 
Bring back the day, which far away 

When Thou wert dying, fled. 




^aill 2Da?Df/DpDUi5ieieff* 289 

The gates uncloje, the bars unloofe, 

The Souls in bondage free. 
And raije up all, whatever doth fall. 

That all may ri/e with Thee. 



AIL ! Day of joyous Rejl, 

On which our Lord arofe : 
Now every Chrijlian breajl 
With facred pleafure glows ; 
And every Chrijlian tongue jhould jing 
An Eajler-fong to Sion's King. 

Ah, erjl, on midnight ground, 

In jbrrow He was found 

Bedewed with His own Blood, 

While crying unto God : 
Strange was that bitter Agony, 
He felt in thee, Geth/emane! 

And on the myjlic Crojs 
He fuffered wondrous lojs ; 
'Midjl pain and foul dijgrace. 
His Father hid His Face ; 
And earth and Hell were aSive then 
To crujh the Friend of friendlefs men. 

He died— and Jojeph's Tomb 
Gave the predified room 
u 



290 (BaHtv^ 

To bury Him ; and there, 
With Jlern and jealous care, 
To make it fure, they Jealed the Jlone, 
And left Him with their guards alone. 

But all their craft and power 
Availed them not that hour ; 
Th' appointed time was come» 
And forthwith from the Tomb 
He rofe ; for, lo ! th* ajlonijhed rock 
Was jhivered, as by earthquake-Jhock. 

Yes, Jesus left the grave. 
And took His Life again ; 

And now He lives to Jave 
The dying Jons of men — 

Let His triumphant praije be fung 

Through every land by every tongue. 



I^z (0 not ]&ete ! 

E is not here ! What words of cheer. 
Of viSory, that early dawn 
Heard Angels utter — Seek not here : 
This is the ReJurreSion-morn. 

He is not here ! It could not be 

That Death /hould hold his Conqueror. Run 
Tell them ; where they laid Him fee. 

See how the conquejl He hath won. 




Hc is not here ! The Triumph fpread, 
Christ, the Firjl Fruits, was the cry 

Of willing Martyrs as they bled ; 
To rije with Him 'twas gain to die. 

He is not here ! Then all is well ; 

It breathes a hope, it lights the way ; 
Thou will not leave my Soul in Hell, 

Now He hath rijen, all may /ay. 



9^00:10 pottiiS fractfiJ, fottfiS* 

O ! the gates of Death are broken, 
And the Jlrpng Man armed is Jpoiled 
Of his armour which he trujled, 
By the Jlronger Arm defpoiled. 
Vanquijhed is the Prince of Hell, 
Smitten by the Crojs he fell. 

Then the purejl Light rejplendent 

Shone thoje Jeats of darknefs through, 
When, to fave whom He created, 

God willed to create anew. 
That the jinner might not perijh, 

For him the Creator dies. 
By Whofe Death our dark lot changing, 

Life again for us doth riJe. 

Satan groaned, defeated then, 
When the ViSor ranjbmed men ; 




29^ (Cafter^ 

Fatal was to him the /Irife, 
Unto man the fource of life ; 
Captured as he feized his prey, 
He is jlain as he would jlay. 

Thus the King all Hell hath vanquijhed 

Glorfoujly and mightily ; 
On the firjl day leaving Hades, 

ViSor He returns on High. 
Thus God brought man back to Heaven, 

When He rofe from out the Grave, 
The pure primal Life bejlowing, 

Which creating flrjl He gave. 
By the Sufferings of his Maker, 

To his perfcS Paradife 
The firjl dweller thus retumeth — 

Wherefore thc/e glad Jongs arije. 



IGV TTpO fjXiOV TjXtOV dvVUVT» ITOTt BV TO^Ca. 

||S thoje who feek the break of day 
Full early in the morning, 
The women came where Jesus lay. 
Who late had borne the fcoming. 
Sweet Ointment in their hands they brought. 

And ere the Sun had rijen, 
The Sun of Righteoufnejs they /ought. 
Now /et within Death's prijbn. 




3 ftnoto t^at mg l&eoeemec lilottf). 293 

And thus they cried — ^The Body here. 

Let us give new anointing ; 
The quick'ning Flejh, the Body dear. 

Which by Divine appointing 
From this dark Sepulchre Jhall rije. 

And Adam's race deliver. 
And lift the fallen to the Jkies 

To reign in Blijs for ever. 

And like the Magi, hajlen we 

To Him with love adoring ; 
Sweet Spices, too, our gifts Jhall be, 

And we mujl weep, imploring 
That He, in /waddling Clothes no more, 

But in fine Linen lying. 
Would grant the fallen when life is o'er. 

The Gift of Life undying. 



H! to write 

In refulgent rays of Light : 
Grave in brajs ; or Jhape the pages. 
Which the matchlefs Truth recite 
In the Rock that lives through ages ; 
Yea, with adamantine pen record 
Every word. 

PrcJJed with woe. 
This I confidently know — 




294 dEaffer* 

My Divine Redeemer liveth 

Yet to reappear below. 
Oh, what joy that profpeS giveth, 
Gilding with a blaze of Heavenly light 
Death's dread night. 

In the Tomb 
Let this frame of dujl conjume ; 
Yet theje eyes, in Jwift tranjition» 

Reawaken from their gloom, 
TheJe Jhall yet attain the Vifion 
Of my God and Saviour, as He is. 
Throned in Blijs. 



Kabbonf ! 

ABBONI ! Majler, Lord Divine, 
So fadly lo/l, fo Jlrangely found ! 
Once more I touch, once more I twin< 
My arms thoje Jacred Feet around. 
Hold Thee I mujl ; for much I fear me. 

That but for this enforced delay, 
Elijah-like, Thy God will bear thee 
I know not whither, far away. 

Mary ! I came not from above 

As thoJe white-robed Angels come. 

To do Jbme deed of wrath or love, 

Then Jjpread their wings in hajle for home. 




l^allelu/a^ ! C$rf(tu0 Uhu 295 

Not yet unto My Throne afcended — 
Unloo/e thy grafp ; /uch fears are vain : 

Depart, and ere My Work is ended 
Thou Jhalt behold My Face again. 

Detain Me not. The loving touch 

But wajles the hour of loving deeds. 
And all thou valuejl fo much, 

While yet we linger, ufelefs fpeeds. 
Go, bid My Brethren hajle before Me, 

Hence to their native Galilee, 
There Jhall thy Lord ajcend in Glory, 

And they My Heavenward flight jhall fee. 

And thou — let not thy courage jhrink ; 

Abfent, I Jhall be with thee Jlill ; 
My Flejh to eat. My Blood to drink. 

My Spirit in thy heart to dwell. 
I go unto our common Father ; 

Yet in My Name, in mutual prayer. 
Wherever two or three Jhall gather, 

There Jhall they meet and touch Me there. 



^^alUlufal) ! C|)tfttu0 leftt^ 

LLELUIA ! Jesus lives ; 

He is now the Living One : 
From the gloomy houje of Death 
Forth the Conqueror has gone. 




296 (Cafter. ' 

Bright Forerunner to the Jkies 
Of His People, yet to rije. 

Jesus lives, let all rejoice; 

Praife Him, ranjbmed ones of earth ; 
Prai/e Him, in a nobler fong. 
Cherubim of Heavenly birth ; 

Praife the ViSor-King, Whofe Sway 
Sin, and Death, and Hell obey. 

Jesus lives, why weepejl thou ? 

Why that Jad and frequent jigh ? 
He Who died our Brother here. 
Lives our Brother jlill on high, 
Lives for ever to bejlow 
BlejQfings on His Church below. 

Jesus lives, and thus, my Soul, 

Life eternal waits for thee ; 
Joined to Him, thy living Head, 
Where He is, thou too Jhalt be ; 
With Himjelf, at His Right Hand, 
ViSor over Death Jhalt jland. 

Jesus lives, to Him my heart 

Draws with ever-new delight : 
Earthly vanities, depart, 

Hinder not my Heavenward flight ; 
Let this Spirit ever rife 
To its Magnet in the Jkies. 




I^otie lixttixm S^agtiaUtia* 297 

Alleluia ! Angels, jing, 

Join us in our hymn of praife, 
Let your chorus fwell the Jlrain 
Which our feebler voices rai/c — 
Glory to our God above, 
And on earth His Peace and Love. 



i^one luctum Q^agtialena^ 

ARY ! put thy grief away. 

And thy dropping eyelid clear, 
*Tis not Simon's feajl to-day, 
'Tis no time to /hed a tear ; 
There are thoujand fprings of joy, 
Thou/and Jprings of transport high. 

Mary ! learn to fmile again, 

Let thy beaming forehead brighten. 
Far is banijhed every pain, 

Now the Sun of funs doth lighten. 
Christ the World from Death hath freed, 
Yea, the Lord is rifen indeed. 

Mary ! leap for Joy and gladnefs, 

Christ hath triumphed o'er the tomb. 

He hath clofed the Jcene of Jadnejs, 
He ofDeath hath fealed the doom. 

Whom thou late in death wert mourning 

Welcome now to life returning. 



agS (Cafter* 

Mary ! lift thy trembling glance, 
View Him rijen with deep amaze. 

See, how fair that Countenance, 
On thofe Wounds refplendent gaze. 

How like purejl pearls they Jhine, 

Sparkling all with life Divine. 

Mary ! live, yea, live again. 

Now thy Light again hath jhone, 

Tranfport /well through every vein. 
Now the Jling of Death is gone. 

Far away be gloom and Jadnefs, 

All once more be Joy and gladnejs. 



^6e jogful a^otm 

HE joyful Morn ! the joyful Mom ! 
The Day of days hath come, 
The bonds of mighty Death arc torn. 
And vanquijhed is the Tomb. 
The joyful Morn ! Oh, Joy of joys ! 

The Lord hath conquered Hell, 
And Death hath heard, who all dejlroys, 

His own deep pajjing-bell. 
The joyful Morn ! the Tomb is left. 

No more the Lord is there ; 
The trembling earth and rocks have cleft. 
And Joy Jprings up for fear. 




iaurota Intifi rutilat. 299 

The Angels and Archangels fair 

In Heaven their harps new Jlring, 
And in earth's Jweet-toned chorus Jharc, 

And rapturoujly Jing — 
Captives we were, and chained, and bound 

To bitter mifery ; 
But, at Thy RefurreSion-Jound 

No more, for we are free : 
Free Thee to Jerve in humble Fear, 

In duteous Love and Joy ; 
Free from our ancient bondage drear ; 

Free for the Saints' employ, 

SUxvota Intifi mtiUu 

HE ruddy Morning clear and bright 
Glows Jweetly out with new-bom Light ; 
The Heaven with Jblemn praifes rings. 
And earth with exultation Jings, 
Whiljl Hell wails forth her bitterejl moans, 
And at her very centre groans. 
As the Almighty King of Heaven j 
The bonds of Death in /under riven. 
Low trampling down the powers of Hell, 
Frees from deep pain us mijerable : 
He, Who before in Death repojed. 
By the rocky Tomb enclofed, 
Whiljl Jlone, and feal, the foldiers Jhare 
Of the awful Tomb the care. 
Triumphantly o'er jin's fad reign 
Now leads on high His nobl^ TfdLVxi. 





300 (Caftec* 



CeHant /uttf ttffna lurtu«* 

IjOY ! O joy ! ye broken-hearted, 
Joy ! the deathful fea is parted : 
Here and there the ramping wave 
Frowns bejide an empty grave ; 
With His Blood the Lamb has laved us. 
With His PaJJing Christ has faved us. 
Shouting on the Red-Sea Jhore 
Alleluias I evermore. 

Loud above the billows' thunder, 
Sound the chains He rives afunder ; 

Saints below of ancient days 

Glijlen with His rijing Rays, 
Saints who died before they faw Him 
Yearn to rife on earth before Him, 

Yearn to take the form He wore — 

Alleluia I evermore. 

All our marbled jlumber breaking. 
Prom our jinful dreams awaking. 

Prom our worldly cerements free, 

Jesus, make us rife with Thee — 
Thee, our Death, Hell's portals rending, 
Thee our Life, to God afcending 

All our Blejjings to rejlore ; 

Alleluia! evermore. 




i^oU fll^e tanuere. 

OUCH Me not, Mary, touch Mc not ; 
Thy eager love rejlrain : 
Touch Me not, Mary, touch Mc not, 
For I have rijen again. 

This Body, Mary, is not now 

As while I fat at meat, 
A Jinner, Mary, Juch as thou. 

With tear-drops wajhcd My Feet. 

No longer, Mary, may thy heart 

An earthly homage Jhow ; 
No longer, Mary, till we part 

The fond carefs bejlow. 

For quickly, Mary, to My Throne, 

Beyond that dark blue Jky, 
This Body, Mary, mujl be gone. 

And veiled from human eye. 

Then mayejl thou, Mary, drawing near. 
With love more true and warm, 

Behold Me, Mary, touch Me here 
In Sacramental Form. 

Faith's yearning, Mary, then Jhall bind 

Me clofer to thy Soul ; 
And contrite jinners ever find 

My Prejencc make them whole. 




302 (Caftet* 

Touch Me not, Mary^ I afcend — 

Go, hajle. My Brethren tell- 
In Heaven your Monarch, Saviour, Friend, 

True God and Man to dwell. 

mit Itvvlit^ Sralglt tia0 St^orffmrot^ ! 

OW brightly glows the morning red ! 

Our Life hath conquered. Death hath 
fled, 

The Tomb is void, the warders foiled. 
The Heavens exult, and Hell is fpoiled» 
The whole Creation's wide expanje 
Joys in its Rijen Saviour's Glance, 
For He, Who dead and buried lay, 
Hath cajl the cords of Death away. 
His facred Wounds are gleaming bright^ 
And choirs of Angels in the height 
Upon the clouds of purple rejl. 
To watch that RefurreSion blejl. 
Before the rijing of the fun 
The Women to the Tomb are gone. 
And Jlore of fpices with them bring 
To grace the Body of the King. 
And lo ! bejide the open Grave, 
A white-robed Angel tidings gave — 
Why Jeek ye Him among the dead ? 
He hath arifen, and forth is fped. 
Our eyes have feen, our tongue Jhall tell 
That Christ hath conquered Death and Hell, 




^Se 'aora 10 tifen tO'-Hag* 303 

The might of Jin is done away, 
And Judah's Lion wins the day. 
Thy Conquejl is our faith, O Lord, 
For evermore endures Thy Word, 
Believing thus, in hope we die, 
To live in Thee for aye on high. 



^5e Horn i& rifen to^Uap. 

HE Lord is rijen to-day. 

Our Souls triumphant fay ; 
Behold, He leaves the Grave, 
Omnipotent to Javc : 
Let Heaven and earth their mujic bring 
To hail the world's Redeeming King. 

The Lord is rifen to blefs 

Mankind with Righteoufnefs ; 
To make His Grace abound 
Where*er the curfe is found ; 
That jinners may have caufe to Jing 
The faving Glory of their King. 

The Lord is rifen, and all 

His enemies mujl fall ; 
His Triumphs Jhall be fung 
By men of every tongue : 
With fongs the Univerfe Jhall ring 
In praife of our all-conquering King. 




304 (Eatter* 

The Lord is rifen, and we 
Shall Jhare His ViSory; 
We die ; but we Jhall rife 

Through Him and mount the Jkies ; 
And then the Church in Heaven Jhall jing 
Her dying, rijing, reigning Khig. 



jjELCOME the triumphal token. 
Day to ruined world how Jweet, 
When the Poeman's power was 
broken, 

And our ills found comfort meet ! 
Know ye not this Day fo fplendid, 

Shining with Jo fair a crown, 
WitneJJed Jin's dominion ended, 
And the Evil One cajl down ? 

Then, the Prince of darknefs flying, 

Every baneful charm did ceaje. 
Health came to the Jick and dying, 

Roje on earth the reign of peace ; 
Death the Jling of death undoing, 

Hope of Life returned to-day ; 
Sin's Jlronghold was hurled to ruin. 

And pollution cha/ed away. 

Since then Christ our Souls hath cherijhed 
In a union Juch as this. 




And on earth hath freely perijhed 
For the things we wrought amifs. 

Rightly may we hymn His Story, 
And our Pafchal banquet fpread. 

Hearty word, work proclaim His Glory, 
Rijing with Him from the dead. 

^^e EeCurrectfon : SLn SLnoHiu 

AISE the high Hymn to Him Who died ; 
Exalt, and praife the Crucified ; 
Sing, and loud thankfgivings raife 
Upon each injlrument of praife : 

Rend the high Heaven with Jhouts of Joy, 

Repeat again, again employ 

Every power that we pojjejs ; 

Christ is rifen, let us blefs 

The Author of our happinefs : 

Jesus, Lord, let me abide 

Only near Thy pierced Side ; 

'Neath Thy Wings, me ever hide. 

jIOW thy gentle Lamb, O Sion, 
Shows the Jlrength of Judah's Lion ; 
Hell's Jlem fetters hold Him not : 
Dawns the third day o'er His prifon. 
And our Mighty Saviour, rifen. 
Makes us Jhare His glorious Lot. 

X 




3^ (Eafter. 

Holy Women, with devotion 

Such as fprings from love*s emotion. 

Bring Jweet unguents to His Tomb ; 
There, O wonderful tranjition ! 
Worthy of the Heavenly Vijion, 

Glory meets them in the gloom. 

One in faith that fcorns defe£{ion. 
Equal in their warm affefiion 

For His Name Whofe Grave they /eek. 
Back they fee the Jlone is taken. 
And the opened Tomb forjaken, 
♦ Whence they hear an Angel fpeak — 

Fear not, loving Souls ; but going 
Quickly back, the Vijion Jhowing, 

Say to Peter and the rejl — 
Jesus lives, o'er Death vifiorious. 
Now to reign for ever glorious. 

In the Regions of the blejl. 

E are rifen with Christ to-day : 
Why then do we loitering Jlay ? 
Chrijlians* life Jhould daily be 
Dawn of Christ's Eternity. 

Though on earth our Journey lajl, . 

Yet the grave's dark night is pajl : 

Jesus lives, no more to die — 

Death departs when Christ is nigh. 




IRffenUffeWtDCStftt» 307 

Seeming all unchanged, we hide 
In His Body fandified : 
There in deathlefs power who dwell, 
Feel not earth and fear not Hell. 
Let not cloudy phantoms come 
Shutting out the Jight of Home ; 
Welcome glad Jhould Eajler give, 
Dead to earth, with Christ to live. 

Are we fearful to depart. 
Weary now and faint of heart ? 
Day's full Jheen Jhall cheer far more 
Than ought elfe that comes before. 
Not from earth our life is found : 
Not from earth our Joys abound : 
Christ in vain to earth would rife. 
But as Sovereign of the Jkies. 

Through the Grave the Virtue trine 
Streams on us with Life Divine ; 
Though far off we Jeem to wait. 
Heaven is near with opened gate. 
Faith Jhall teach us how to tread, 
Living here among the dead { 
Power unjeen it bids us own, 
Looking to the Priejlly Throne. 

Hope with courage Jlays the heart. 
Sure of rejl, though worlds depart ; 
Firm with Christ delights to Jland, 
Meajuring earth from God's Right Hand^ 



3o8 (Caffm 

Charity eternal fprings 
From the glorious King of Kings ; 
Mild, with cleanjing lujlre barns ; 
Born of God, to God returns ; 

Lifts the will to reign above, 
Lojl in God's almighty Love ; 
Quickens felf with Heavenly glow. 
Strong to aS for God below. 
Let us then our voices raife 
With new fongs of ceafelefs praife : 
Let each deed a trumpet be, 
Telling of Eternity. 



ET Chrijlians grateful Hymns of praife 
To Christ our Pafchal ViSim raife. 
The Lamb has now redeemed the Sheep, 
Sinners abfolved no longer weep. 

Christ Innocent their ranfom paid. 

Atonement to His Father made. 

Death here has been engaged with Life, 

Contending in a wondrous Jlrife. 

Life's Hero, numbered with the dead. 

In Glory reigns, our living Head. 

Tell us, O Mary, on that Day, 

What didjl thou fee upon thy way ? 

The Tomb of Christ, Who lives in Light, 

I faw, and hailed His Glory bright ; 





C5e €x9tttmt 3v(bt. 309 

Angelsy who witnejfed and adored» 

And linen Cloths which bound the Lord. 

Christ, all my hope, Who truly rofe. 

To Galilee before you goes. 

Christ truly rifen, we know and Jing — 

Have mercy Thou, viSorious King ! 



|UT on thy beautiful robes, Bride of 
Christ, 
For the King Jhall embrace Thee 
to-day. 

Break forth into Jinging, the morning has dawned. 
And the Jhadows of night are away. 

Shake off the dujl from thy feet, Bride of Christ, 
For the Conqueror, girded with might. 

Has vanquijhed the Foe, the Dragon cajl down. 
And the cohorts of Hell put to flight. 

Thou art the Bride of His Love, His EleS— 
Dry thy tears, for thy forrows are pajl ; 

Lone were the hours when thy Lord was away, 
But He comes with the morning at lajl. 

The winds bear the noije of His chariot-wheels, 

And the thunders of viSory roar ; 
Lift up thy beautiful gates, Bride of Christ, 

For the Grave has dominion no more. 



310 (Caftet* 

Once they arrayed Him with fcoming ; but Jcc, 

His Apparel is glorious now : 
In His Hand are the Keys of Death and of Hell, 

And the Diadem gleams on His Brow. 

Hark ! 'tis her voice : Alleluia — Jhe Jings — 

Alleluia, the captives are free ; 
Unfolded the gates of Paradife jland» 

And unfolded for ever Jhall be. 

Choir anfwers Choir, where the Song has no end, 
All the Saints raife Hofannahs on high ; 

Deep calls to deep in the ocean of Love, 
As the Bride lifts her Jubilant cry ! 

&alte ! SDfesf Utecum 0lorfa« 



■ F ^^^ lEHOLD the Day the Lord hath made ! 
I m^!^ That peerlefs Day which cannot fade ; 
^\^ That Day of light, that Day of joy. 
Of glory which Jhall never cloy. 

The Day on which the world was framed 

Has Jignal honour ever claimed : 

But Christ, arijing from the dead. 

Unrivalled brightness o'er it Jhed. 

In hope of their Celejlial choice 

Now let the Sons of Light rejoice : 

Christ's Members in their lives declare 

What likenejs to their Head they bear. 

For Jblemn is our Peajl to-day. 

And jblemn are the vows we pay. 



&altie ! SDfe0 Hferum fflorfa. 31 1 

This Day's /urpajQIing greatnefs claims 
SorpaJOing Joy, furpaJOing aims. 
The Pafchal viSory difplays 
The glory of Our Fejlal days ; 
Which type and Jhadow dimly bore, 
In promije, to the Saints of yore. 
The veil is rent : and lo ! unfold 
The things the ancient Law foretold : 
The figure from the Subjlance flies, 
And Light the Jhadow's place fupplies. 
The Type the Spotlefs Lamb conveyed, 
The Goat, where Ifrael's Jins were laid ; 
Messiah, purging our offence, 
Difdofed in all their hidden Jenfe. 
By freely yielding up His Breath, 
He freed us from the bonds of Death, 
Who on that Prey forbidden flew. 
And lojl the prey that was his due. 
The ills on Jinful flejh that lay 
His Jinlefs Flejh hath done away. 
Which blooming frejh on that third morn 
AjQfurance gave to Souls forlorn. 
O wondrous Death of Christ, may we 
Be made to live to Christ by thee ! 
O deathlefs Death, dejlroy our Jin, 
Give us the prize of Life to win ! 




312 (CaSec^ 



Haa at m^ CroC^ ; earUeS at ^{0 (Ecatie. 

IS pajly that night of deepejl gloom ; 
*Tis rifen/ the joyous fun ; 
And, Jleeplefs, to her Saviour's Tomb 
Poor Magdalene has run. 
She gazed within the darkfome grot, 

Where His dear Form was laid ; 
But, while pale death abforbed her thought, 
Bright Angels were difplayed. 

With looks of Love, and words of Peace, 

They foothed her aching breajl : 
When lo ! — to bid all forrow ceaje — 

Her Jesus Jlands confeJQfed. 
And * Mary/ from that well-known Voice — 

Heaven's harmony its tone — 
Can injlant make the heart rejoice, 

Which late could only groan. 

In that /epulchral Eden, lo ! 

The Tree of Life rejlored ; 
Imparadifed the fcene of woe 

By Angels and their Lord. 
»Tis thus the Chrijlian fees the tomb 

Begirt with Jhining bands ; 
And, while he eyes the place of gloom. 

Before him Jesus jlands. 




313 



^alte ! feSa jaDtesf, toto itnttahttifi aetio» 

AIL ! Day of days, in peals of praife 

Throughout all ages owned. 
When Christ our God, Hell's empire 
trod. 
And high o'er Heaven was throned. 

This glorious Mom the world new-bom 

In rijing beauty Jhows ; 
How, with her Lord to Life rejlored. 

Her gifts and graces ro/e. 

The fpring /erene in fparkling Jheen 

The flower- clad earth arrays. 
Heaven's portal bright its radiant light 

In fuller flood dijplays. 

The fiery fun in loftier noon 

O'er Heaven's high orbit Jhines, 
As o'er the tide of waters wide 

He rijes and declines. 

From Hell's deep gloom, from earth's dark tomb,^ 

The Lord in triumph foars ; 
The forejls raife their leafy praije ; 

The flowery field adores. 

As jlar by jlar He mounts afar, 
And Hell imprijbned lies. 



3H (Ca(lec« 

Let Jlars and light and depth and height 
In Alleluias rije. 

Lo ! He Who died, the Crucified, 

God over all He reigns ; 
On Him we call. His creatures all. 

Who Heaven and earth Jujlains, 



C^e iangel Uttins on t^e &tonr^ 

HE Soldiers were watching ; the Stone 
lay /ealed : 
But the Lord of Hojls is gone ; 
No more Jhall earth bind Him, for God- 
head revealed 
From His glorified Body hath Jhone. 
In vain were the Soldiers for furety placed. 

To delay His Triumph-hour : 
The Kingdom of Christ with a Glory is graced 
Which JurpaJJes their perijhing power/ 

He is gone : but the Grave is not empty yet, 

Whence the Lord made Blejjings fpring : 
For Angels unfeen in the Cave are fet, 

Their Heavenly meJQfage to bring. 
The Earth, at the bidding of God mojl High, 

Its fearful earnejl gave 
Of the lajl great quaking, when earth and Jky 

Shall /mk in a bottpmlejs grave. 




^txu paOu^ fecfa. 315 

The Angel came, and rolled away 

The jlone which the Soldiers guard : 
There fat He enthroned whom Hojls obey» 

And vain was their feeble ward. 
They faw, and fank as the helplefs dead 

At the vijion of Heaven's great Chief: 
And foon as they woke to their terror, they fled 

And told of that jlrange relief. 

For the Angel came in his robe of jhow» 

A white and glittering form; 
And the lightning flajhed from his Godlike brow : 

And they could not abide that jlorm. 
So Heaven hath taken the place of earth» 

And the figure of empires mujl fall : 
And the Stone which was moulded in myjlic Birth 
In Glory is rijen o'er all. 



&m^ paCTuiS ferfa. 

HRIST, upon the Friday Jlain, 
When three days were pajl, again 

Rofe viSoriouSy 
And, triumphant o'er the Tomb» 
Lifts His loved ones out of gloom» 
Makes them glorious. 




For the People of His Name 
He, upon the Crofs of Jhame, 
Dead was lying ; 



3i6 (Catter^ 

In the Grave awhile He lay. 
Then, at dawning of the day, 
Roje undying. 

In His Pajjion and His Cro/s 
With a Bulwark Jure from lojs 

We are gifted : 
By His RefurreSion bright 
From the grave of Jin and night 

We are lifted. 

Offered up for Jinners, Christ 
As their Sacrifice Jufliced 

Unrepeated ; 
By the precious Blood He fpilt, 
Jesus wajhed our Souls from guilt» 
Hell defeated. 

Once He lay within the Grave, 
Lejl the race He came to Jave 

Twice Jhould perijh : 
Now He opens Heaven wide. 
Comes to every mourner's Jide, 
Comes to cherijh. 

He, the Lion Jlrong in fight, 
Ri/ing up to-day, His Might 

Forth is telling : 
With the Arms of Righteoujhejs 
Satan, Prince of wickednefs, 

Ever quelling. 



Ee/ofce! IReiofce! 317 

Now is come the Lord's own Day, 
Whereon He hath wajhed away 

Earth's pollution ; 
Whereon Death was Jlain in Jlrifc, 
And the foe hath made of Life 

Rejlitution. 

So from hearts made pure from jiain 
Now the Alleluia jlrain 

Doubly pealeth : 
Now all evil hath its clofe, 
And the Life which Heaven knows 

God revealeth. 

In the world's late eventide 

Raife Thou up Thy Servants tried, 

jEsuHoly; 
May this glad and fejlal Day 
Thy Salvation bring for aye 

To the lowly. 



EJOICE! Rejoice! 
Let Jhouts of triumph tell our gladnefs : 

Let Joy's loud voice 
Proclaim us free from death and fadnefs : 
Our God hath faved and fet us free ; 
Our God hath rifen in Vifiory. 




3i8 Cadet. 

His own Right Hand 
Hath burjl HelPs hated bands afonder : 

His high Command 
Hath doomed Hell's haughty Chief in thunder : 

His holy Arm, His conquering Might 

Hath chafed the Grave's terrific night. 

He lives again. 
His Eyes with Love and Goodnefs beaming; 

He lives for men. 
His Form in radiant Brightnefs gleaming ; 

He comes to bid our jbrrows ceafe» 

He comes to foothe our Souls in peace. 

Then, hail ! our King : 
His Reign is come. His foes are vanijhed : 

Rejoice and Jing : 
Prom Heaven's bright Realm no longer banijhed : 

Our God is rijen ; and we Jhall rije 

And Join His Kingdom in the jkies. 



C^ont0 notae l^feruCalem. 

HOIR of the new Jerufalem, 
Wake the new Song's transporting 

theme. 
With chajlened joy, ere yet 'tis mom. 
Thine own new Pafchal Feajl adorn. 




Th' unconqaered Lion, Christ doth ri/e» 
Crujhed 'neath His Feet the Dragon lies. 
His quickening Might through earth is Jhed, 
His living Voice awakes the dead. 

Hell's yawning cavern back hath poured 
The prey her ruthlefs jaws devoured ; 
They follow Him, His captives free, , 
Who captive leads captivity. 

High triumph His, with Glory crowned. 
With boundlefs Grandeur compaJQfed round. 
Who earth beneath and Heaven above 
Binds in one Itsigac of Peace and Love. 

His jbldiers, we His triumph Jing, 
His juppliants, we implore our King 
Within His Prefence-chambers bright 
To range us 'neath the Saints in light. 



jFtom t^e Eefffon^ unbe^oltieit. 

ROM the Regions unbeholden. 
Where the primal Spirits are, 
Like the daybreak pure and golden, 
Dawns all Nature's morning jlar. 
Conqueror of the deathful prifon, 

Every bolt and barrier burjl, 
God's Beloved Son hath rifen. 
In the Refurrefiion firjl. 




320 (Eafter* 

Saviour, while wc lowly feajl here. 

Hungering for eternal Rejl, 
Grant a Spiritual Eajler 

May be Jhared by every breajl. 
Undying Love, That bled to win us, 

Let Thy living Force and Breath 
Glorioujly overcome within us 

All the majlery of Death. 

Break, O Source of our Ele£iion, 

All our Spirit-wards and cells. 
Till the Blifs of RefurreSion 

Through our vanquijhed nature dwells ; 
Till each captive thought and pajQIion 

Captive led, but to be free. 
Imitates the radiant fajhion 

Of Thy new Humanity. 



Slhtflti €mllmm€lovU 

NOELS to our Jubilee, 

Hajle, your fweetejl fongs awaking ; 
Christ amid the dead is free, 

Christ the rocky Tomb is breaking. 
Vain the guard around the Grave, 

Vain the Rulers* wild endeavour ; 
Vain the jeal, upon the cave. 
Of the nation faithlejs ever. 




Cfiritt ifi vittn from tfie SDeati. 321 

Fear, away ! no jubtle Jpy 

Steals that Form fo /orely jlricken ; 
He, Who willed the death to die. 

Will with Life Himjelf requicken. 
Offspring of a Virgin*s Womb, 

Virgin-bom He came, in token 
That, through Jewry's guarded Tomb, 

He Jhould rije with jeals unbroken. 
Hanging on th' inglorious Tree, 

Mad with mocking lips they grieve Him — 
Let him quit the Crofs, and we 

Will the Son of God believe Him. 
From the Crofs He came not down, 

Yet He worked a mightier Wonder ; 
Son of God the Saviour own — 

Dead, He fmites grim Death afunder. 
Grant us. Lord, with Thee to die, 

And to rife at Thine Uprifmg ; 
And to fet our heart on high. 

Earth and all its Joys defpijing. 



€Wft isi Vittn from t^t SDeaH* 

HRISTisrifen! Alleluia! 

Rifen our vifiorious Head : 
Sing His praifes ; Alleluia ! 
Christ is rifen from the dead. 
Gratefully our hearts adore Him, 
As His Light once more appears, 
Y 




322 (Eafter* 

Bowing down in Joy before Mim, 
Rijing up from grief and tears : 
Christ is rifen ! Alleluia ! 

Rifen our vifiorious Head: 
Sing His praifes ; Alleluia ! 
Christ is rijen from the dead. 

Christ is rifen I all the fadnefs 

Of our Lenten fajl is o'er, 
Through the open gates of gladnejs 

He returns to Life once more : 
Death and Hell before Him bending. 

He doth rife, the ViSor now. 
Angels on His Steps attending. 

Glory round His wounded Brow. 

Christ is riJen ! all the forrow. 

That lajl evening round Him lay. 
Now hath found a glorious morrow 

In the Rifmg of to-day : 
And the Grave its Firjl-fruits giveth, 

Springing up from holy ground ; 
He was dead, but now He liveth ; 

He was lojl, but He is found» 

Christ is rifen 1 henceforth never 
Death or Hell Jhall us enthrall, 

Be we Christ's, in Him for ever 
We have triumphed over all ; 

All the doubting and dejefiion 

Of our trembling hearts have ceafed ; 




Sfovtl teffente bracSfo^ 323 

'Tis His Day of RefurreSion, 
Let us rife and keep the Feajl : 
Christ is rifen ! Alleluia ! 

Rifen our viSorious Head : 
Sing His praijes ; Alleluia ! 
Christ is rifen from the dead. 



ifortf tegente htat^io. 

YGod's Jlrong Arm Jlretchcdforth tofave 
We have efcaped the Red-Sea wave, 
And from our necks away have cajl 
The faithlefs tyrant*s yoke at lajl. 

Glad thanks and homage let us bring 
To God, our own proteSing King, 
And, clad in robes of white, furround 
The Table where the Lamb is found. 

Glowing with love for His dear Sake, 
His facred Body let us take. 
And drinking of His precious Blood, 
Draw Life and Food alike from God. 

Now Christ our Pajfover is Jlain, 
The Lamb, the ViSim without Jlain, 
And thofe anointed with His Gore, 
The vengeful Angel pajfes o'er. 

O Viflim for the Heavens meet. 

Who hajl put Death beneath Thy Feet, 



3*4 Caller* 

The Jhattered gates of Hell rejlore 
To Thee the prey they held before. 

The Lord, arijing from the Tomb, 
Returns to Light again from gloom, 
He binds the Foeman in his pride. 
And throws the gates of Heaven wide. 

Grant, Christ, that we may die with Thee, 
And Jharers in Thy Rijing be. 
That we may earthly things dejpife. 
And love the things within the Jkies. 



3|efu0Ut3e£(! I^e rofe to«tia?« 

B is rijen ! to die no more ; 

Let jweet notes of praije arije ; 
Death's dark night for Him is o'er. 
Waft His Triumph to the Jkies ; 
He is rifen ! Within the Tomb 

Two long days and nights He lay ; 

On the third He burjl its gloom 

With the firjl bright morning ray : 

Let our joyful Anthem fay — 

Jesus lives I He rofe to-day. 

He is rifen! The ViSor^s Crown 
Sparkles on His facred Brow ; 

Conqueror of vajl renown — 

Death and Hell are vanquijhed now. 




3feCu9 IKetiemptor faeculf. 325 

He is rifen ! Rijc, weary heart, 

Cajl ajide the cares of earth ; 
He will Light and Life impart, 

He will give immortal Birth. 

He is rijen ! that we may rije, 

If we love and ferve Him here. 
To His Home beyond the Jkies, 

Far above the Jlarry jphere : 
He is rijen to die no more ! 

Hail the Church's living King ! 
Now our Lenten fajl is o'er, 

Sweetejl Alleluias bring : 

Let our joyful Anthem jay — 
Jesus lives ! He rofe to-day. 

3|eCu, lOletiemptDr tattulU 

HOU, Who to fave 

The world didjl die, and then Thy 
Breath 

Rejume, to vanquijh gloomy Death 
And kill the grave. 

O'er all below 
Night reigns ; our eyes are weighed with jleep ; 
Oh, from the wiles and watchings keep 

Of the great Foe. 

May rejl, which lays 
Care's lid, and labour's brow doth jlake, 




3^6 (Eaifm 

Quicken our hearts, more frejh to wake 
Unto Thy Praife. 

Oh, be it given 
With Thee to die, on earth to love 
The better things which are above. 

And dwell in Heaven. 



CSrftt i0 rfCem 

HRIST is rifen! the Lord is come, 
Burjling from the fealed Tomb ; 
Death and Hell, in mute difmay. 
Render up their mightier Prey. 

Christ is rifen ! but not alone ; 
Death, thy kingdom is o'erthrown : 
We Jhall rije as He hath rifen. 
From the deep fepulchral prifon. 

Heirs of death, and fons of clay. 
Long in death's dark thrall we lay. 
And went down in trembling gloom. 
To the unawakening tomb. 

Heirs of life, and Sons of God, 
On the path our Captain trod. 
Now we hope to foar on high 
To the everlajling Sky. 




&urreji:ft Cfitf(tu0 ItH^lt^ 327 

Mortal once, immortal now. 

Our vile bodies off we throw, 

Glorious bodies to put on, 

Round our great Redeemer's Throne. 

Lofty Hopes ! and theirs indeed 
Who the Chrijlian's Life Jhall lead ; 
Christ's below in Faith and Love, 
Christ's in endlejs Blijs above. 



O ! Christ is rifen this Day, and brings 
To mortals healing on His Wings. 

But two days Jlnce He deigned to die, 
That we no more in death might lie« 

To Jesu's Tomb, with duteous feet. 
The Women take their Jpices Jweet. 

They feek, within the guarded Grave, 
The Lord Who died mankind to fave. 

An Angel, clad in robe of white, 
Tells them the tidings of delight— 

Ye trembling Daughters, do not fear J 
Ye feek the Christ, H^ is not here ; 

Go, bid the glad Difciples fee 
Their Rifen Lord in Galilee. 




328 (Eafter^ 

To Peter firfl, and then the rejl. 
He /hows Himfelf, by all confejjed. 

This time of holy Pafchaljoy 

In Hymns to Christ let all emfdoy. 

High Glory to the Lord ajcend. 

Who thus the chains of Death doth rend. 



iD 9??fter? of 9??fterfe0 ! 

MYSTERY of Myjleries ! 

With flejh and bones like oars. 
Our Saviour rofe His Joy to feize, 

And rule the Heavenly powers* 

Behold My Hands and Feet— He faid— 

*Tis I, your Brother Jlill. 
Oh, condefcenjion fweet yet dread ; 

Our hearts with wonder thrill. 

The Manhood not alone was borne 
Through earthly Jhame and woe ; 

Our Christ, till dawns the Judgment-mom, 
Is Lord, above, below. 

Nay, evermore that Manhood Pure 
In Heaven of Heavens Jhall dwell ; 

The King of Saints, the Saviour jure. 
The Lord of Heaven and Hell. 





%t quanta^ Miftot fanttia. 329 

The Manhood with the Godhead blejl, 

One Perjbn, Natures Twain, 
Is round each jinner lowly bent, 

And high o'er all bears reign. 



Ce quanta, Mitov tuntvlsl^ 

ORDS may not Thy Glory tell. 
Conqueror of Death and Hell, 
Whom the Crojs but lately bore. 
Now alive for evermore. 
Marred by cruel blows wert Thou ; 
Stars have no Juch glory now. 
Though untouched by any need, 
Still with men Thou deign'Jl to feed. 
Needs no more the uttered word. 
Wind and wave no lejs have heard. 
Own their Lord, and pathway meet 
Spread before His pajQSng Feet. 
Fle/hly fetters now forgot, 
Doors of brafs may Jlay Thee not ; 
Other, yet the Same — ^but free 
To come and go as liketh Thee. 
Lord ! our hope Thou biddejl rije, 
Grajping Life beyond the jkies. 
Where Thy Glory we Jhall view 
In Thine Image clothed anew. 




330 (Eafter* 

a 9^ovtt j^ui Ce tattitang. 

THOU Who once from death dldjjl rije, 
Effulgent with new ViSories, 
Lighten the darknejs of our night, 
And Jhield us with Thy Gifts of might. 

Oh, grant that when our limbs Jhall lie 
Wrapt in Jleep*s needful lethargy. 
Our Spirits then from fetters free, 
May upward foar, O Lord, to Thee, 

And lejl the fiery darts that fly 
By night Jhould work us injury. 
With thy Right Hand viflorious keep 
Watch o'er Thy Servants, while they Jleep. 

And when the cord Jhall be unwound 
With which our guilty race is bound. 
Grant that we be not crujhed beneath 
The weight of everlajling Death, 

Slufi &tfmmet freuti, se ^fegeafetier^ 

P ! found your joyful fongs vifiorious 
And jubilant to Jesus Christ to-day! 
Back to His Own He comes All- 
glorious ; 

The Grave's Jlrong portals burjl to make Him way. 
He jank below, in pain and fore difgrace : 
He mounts above : His pathway Angek trace. 




Hautie^ €W^o retiemptf, $c. 331 

Our GoD prevails ! yes, Fraud and Malice 
Their little day may triumph o'er the Jujl ; 

God gives them back their poifoned chalice ; 
Our Strength is He, our Helper and our Trujl. 

He gave indeed His Son to mortal pain : 

This Day He Jhows Him glorified again. 

Praije, praife to Him ! the Lord is rifen ! 
Now is He Saviour, Lord, and God indeed : 

Redeemer from Sin's deadly prifon : 
From Death Redeemer and from all our need. 

The Father hath avouched Him His this Day : 

We reach our Country through no other way. 

Blifs, Blifs, to us ! now Death hath o'er us 
No power to fright ; to Immortality, 

Though Earth her veil may jpread before us, 
Our Spirits now are confecrate and free : 

Could Christ arife thus potent from the Grave, 

His Flock /hall rife whom thus He died to fave. 



1lautie0 Cl^rfftD retiemptf tioce moHulemttr 
(uppliU 

|R AISE to Christ with juppliant voices 
Let His ranfomed People Jing, 
Let the world, which now rejoices, 
Blefs the Son of God, its King. 
Ye, of Heaven's Jhrine the warders, 
Fellow-citizens of earth. 




33* Caffer^ 

Standing in your nine -fold Orders, 
Join us to your fejlal mirth. 

Sing aloudy O liighejl Regions, 

Lowejl Deeps, your echoes raife, 
To the Lord in glad allegiance. 

Let all Spirits give their praije. 
God, as Man Himfelf concealing, 

Bom in Flejh to jave mankind. 
Bearing Jhame for Jinners' healing, 

Yet as God in Wonders /hined. 

With our human form invejled. 

Truly Man, He dwelt below. 
And no Godhead manifejled 

At the tempting of the Foe, 
Craft with Wifdom He defeated, 

And the knots of Jin untied. 
On the Crojs His Work completed. 

There for us a ViSim died. 

To His Father facrificing. 

By His Death He Sin hath Jlain, 
Now, with noble Pomp arijing, 

From the depths He comes again — 
Comes vifiorious over Evil, 

Spoiling Hell of all its prey. 
Binding in His chains the Devil 

On this glad triumphant Day : 

Day which brightejl radiance giveth, 
Now that Egypt's gloom is o'er, 




SLn (Catter Carols 333 

When He rofe, Who ever liveth 

In the Flcjh which Mary bore : 
Christ, Who here with mortals tarried, 

While the Jlraying jhcep He jbught, 
Which, upon His Shoulders carried, 

To the Father He hath brought. 



SLn Q^affet CaroL 

HE Son of David bowed to die, 

For man's tranfgrejQ[ion Jlricken ; 
The Father's Arm of Power was nigh 
The Son of God to quicken : 
Praife Him that He died for men ; 
Praije Him that He rofe again. 

Death feemed all-conquering when he bound 

The Lord of Life in prifon ; 
The might of Death was nowhere found 

When Christ again was rifen : 
Wherefore praife Him, night and day, 
Him Who took Death's Jling away. 



Codf c|^Drf0 pttmnihusi. 

AINTS on earth, and Saints in light 
In your fongs of praife unite ; 
Praife to Christ, the Heavenly King 
O'er Death's bondage triumphing. 




334 (Catter* 

Flejh and Soul Death's law divides. 
Still The Word with each abides ; 
Flejh and Soul Death rends in twain, 
He reknits their life again. 

Whom the Virgin's Womb revealed. 
Womb of Virgin ne'er unjealed, 
From the fealed Cave outbroke, 
In death's womb to life awoke. 

Love, the fweetejl known on high. 
Sternly, Jesu, bade Thee die ; 
Love, the Priejl, Thy bitter Death 
To the Father ofFereth. 

Jesu, Rifen Saviour, give 
Grace Thy rifen Life to live, 
Grace from Jins dark fetters free 
Works of love to offer Thee. 



mtt tje l&ortalsf* 

IFT the portals ! He is rifen ; 

He hath conquered Death and Jin ; 
Open wide the gates of Heaven, 
Let the King of Glory in. 

Lo ! the Stone is rolled away. 
And the Guards in fear have fled ; 

Angels in their white array 

Guard the fpot where He was laid. 




&utfum CDtHa fu&let3emu0. 335 

Seek Him not — He is not here ; 

In the dead of night He roje : 
Tell His Brethren not to fear, 

He hath conquered all their foes. 

He hath broke the Jinners chain, 
He hath cajl down Satan's might, 

And behold He comes again 

Clothed in Beauty, Power, and Light. 

Lift the portals ! He is rifen ; 

He hath conquered Death and jin ; 
Open wide the gates of Heaven» 

Let the King of Glory In. 



Outturn Cortia CubletiemujS. 

IFT to Heaven your hearts adoring, 
Lift to Heaven your praijes /oaring, 

High as His redeeming Name 
Whom upon His Throne victorious 
Angels ranked in order glorious 
Magnify with Jweet acclaim. 

For the Spoiler now is jpoiled. 
By the Crojs his wiles are foiled ; 

Paradije is free again. 
From the jlave, whoje chains are riven, 
Praijes wafted up to Heaven 

Thrill with joy that high domain. 




33^ (Catter 

Over Jin's dark doom prevaHii^ 
He hath Jlilled the voice of wailing. 

Wakening all the world to life. 
Nor alone is He a/cending 
But with all the fpoils attending 

Won in His triumphant Strife. 

Oh, the found of high rejoicings 
Of Angelic fejlal voicings 

In the jlately Courts above ; 
Whence the Son for ever Blefsed 
On a world by night opprefsed 

Sheds the rays of Light and Love. 





PART VI. 

afcenfion anti PentecoQ. 

THE ASCENSION OF OUR DIVINE LORD 

AND THE DESCENT OF THE 

HOLT SPIRIT. 

9DU, font DfjS ftaeia ur f?ntien0 band. 

HRIST, Who for us didjl cvU qnell, 
The night of Death and flame$ of 

Hell, 
Oh, raije us from this changeful land 
To Jit with Thee on God's Right 

Hand. 

Thy Father's Bidding Thou hajl done, 
And to Thy Father's Houje art gone, 
Yet, though thejkies Thy Glory hide, 
Unfeen with us Thou do^ abide. 

Amongjl Thy Flock, O Shepherd dear. 
Thou wilt remain for ever near, 
z 




338 SLttmUm atin ^etitecoa* 

Near through Thy Spirit, through Thy Word, 
Through deanjing Bath and myjlic Board. 

Thy Guidance, until time jhall end^ 
Will lead Thy Pilgrims as they wend» 
Until Thou comejl from the Height 
To earth again, in glorious Might. 

Then they who/c faith unjhaken Jlood, 
Who in Thy Foot/leps bore the Rood, 
Where Thou art gone, in Joy Jhall be. 
And take their Crown, O Lord, from Thee. 



CfiDu art gone up on l^isl ! 

HOU art gone up on High ! 
Why gaze they upwards there 
Into the Jilent air. 

That holy Band ? 
Is it in grief, or doubt, or love. 
With eyes upturned to Heaven above 
Wondering they Jland ? 

Thou art gone up on High ! 
Yet to their weary Jight, 
Clothed as in Heaven bright, 

The Angels come ; 
They bring the warning words below. 
And His Apojlles needs mujl go 

Without Him Home. 




^nmmm canamug (Kortae. 339 

Thou art gone up on High ! 
Yet Jhall the Holy One 
Not leave on earth alone 

Whom He doth fend ; 
Thefe Comfort, Truth, and inward Power, 
Strength for the trial and the hour 

Ever defend. 

Thou art gone up on High ! 
Help us our Souls to raije. 
Upwards on Thee to gaze, 

Strength to obtain ; 
So to go forth and do Thy Will, 
And reach at lajl that holy Hill 

Where Thou dojl reign. 



l^l^mnnm canamu0 d^lotiae* 

N Hymn of Glory let us Jing, 
New Songs to Christ of triumph ring, 
Now by His new and living road 
AJcending to the Throne of God. 

On my/lic Mount of Olives raijed 
Th* Apojlles, as they Jlood and gazed, 
With Mary, Maiden-Mother bright, 
Saw Jesus wing His radiant Flight. 

The glijlening Angels ajk on High — 
Why Jland ye gazing up the Sky ? 




340 SLttmHon and ^dentecoS. 

Lo ! here the Saviour ; hither come. 
In high triumphal Glory home. 

And thus — ^theyjing — Jhall He return. 
As now ye fee His Footjleps bum. 
To highejl Heaven's empyreal height, 
Upmounting o'er the fields of light. 

L0RD9 grant us thither to afcend. 
Our ceajelejs yearnings thither bend. 
Where Faith to-day difcems Thee gone. 
High feated on Thy Father's Throne. 

Be Thou our Gladnejs here below. 
In Heaven above our Treafure Thou, 
Be all our Glory, Lord, in Thee, 
Through all the long Eternity. 

SL ^titfJt for t\>tv after tje flDrUer of 
9^elc]^ffe&ec« 

TERNAL King, eternal Priejl— 
Think not the Saviour's Work has 

ceajed : 
As here^ on earth, for men He died. 
And won the Church to be His Bride ; 
E'en ]b in Heaven, He lives to plead 
For every ranjbmed jinner*s need. 

Exalted to His Heavenly Throne, 
He loves and watches o'er His Own ; 




lam C]^rfSu0 aSta afcetiHetat. 34 ^ 

For IfraePs joy, for Zion*s peace, 
His Intercejjions never ceaje ; 
While daily He prejents afrejh, 
For man, the Offering of His Flejh. 

There*s not an eamejl prayer we Jay, 

Nor Heavenward Jigh we breathe away ; 

There's not a penitential tear. 

Or Sacrifice we offer here ; 

But He with twofold Power and Love 

Repeats it, in our name, above. 

Perpetual Priejl, within the Vail, 

Whoje Supplications never fail. 

Who deign*Jl Thy Prejence to bcjlow 

On Altars of the Church below, 

From GoD*s Right Hand Thy Succour lend 

To keep us faithful to the end. 



Jam C]^rfSu0 altra afcenHetat. 

O former fcenes of glorious Light, 
Re/uming His forjaken Crown, 
Our Rijen Lord had winged His flight, 
To Jend the Promijed Spirit down. 

The week of weeks had pajQfed away, 

And Pentecojl drew on apace; 
His chojen few had met to pray. 

And thus await the coming Grace. 




342 aCcinOon ana f^entetoS. 

When Juddenly a Sound from Heayen, 
A mighty rujhing round them came ; 

Andy glittering on them, Signs were given, 
Like cloven Tongues of lambent Flame. 

The God was come, the Spirit-God, 
From God the Father and the Son : 

What wondrous Gifts were then bejlowed ! 
What glorious Miracles were done ! 

Forthwith th* Apojlles preached the Word 

To jinners on that holy day ; 
And thoufands, turning to the Lord, 

Made hajle to wajh their jins away. 

O Jesu, on Thy Throne of Love, 

Hear now Thy fuppliant Church below ; 

And now Thy Spirit from above. 
With Pentecojlal Grace, bejlow. 

We wait in prayer for this high Boon, 
This glorious Gift — Oh, hear our voice ; 

Come ! Spirit of our God, come foon. 
And make this forrowing world rejoice. 



ESUS, Lord of Life eternal. 

Taking thoje He loved the bejl. 

Stood upon the Mount of Olives, 
And His Own the lajt time blejl : 




flUuo tJD0 a^agffirt fflorfa quo &alu0. 343 

Then, though He had never left It, 
Sought again His Father's Breajl. 

Knit is now our flejh to Godhead, 

Knit in everlajling bands : 
Call the world to highejl fejlal : 

Floods and oceans, clap your hands : 
Angels, raije the fong of triumph : 

Make rejponje, ye dijlant lands. 

Loojing Death with all its terrors 
Thou a]cended*Jl up on High ; 

And to mortals, now Immortal, 
Gavejl Immortality, 

As Thine own Di/ciples faw Thee 
Mounting Vidor to the Sky. 



j^uo tiD0 a^afffStf fflorfa quo &alu0^ 

ERALDS of your God ! 
Hajle, where every nation 
Calls ye to proclaim 
All His glad Salvation, 
Your Majler's Glory o'er the world to bear ; 
The Firjl-fruits of the Brethren ajk your care. 

O what rich return 

Straight the good Seed maketh : 
In three thoujand hearts 

Root it firmly taketh ; 




344 £lfcenGon anH pentecoS. 

And God matures the crop ; each teeming field 
Doth to His Praije a wondrous harvejl yield. 

Lo ! in anguijh deep 

Multitudes repenting 
Tears of jbrrow weep, 
For their jins lamenting ; 
They long in Bapti/m's cleanjing fountain laved, 
From all their pajl tranjgrejQSons to be javed. 

Nor on Judah*s Jhore 

Doth this Fire tranfcendent 
Light aloud outpour ; 
But where'er rejplendent 
The circling Sun difplays his quickening beams, 
Each region with their peaceful triumphs teems. 

Every idol Jhrine 

Fajl to ruin crumbleth ; 
Christ with Power Divine 
Human wijdom humbleth ; 
Tyrants abajhed give way, and e'en, difmayed. 
The perjecutor's furious arm is Jlayed. 

Lo ! the Spirit's Grace 

Forms a new Creation ; 
Look from Thy holy Place, 
God of our Salvation : 
And light within us alfo from above, 
Thy bright and renovating flame of Love. 




345 



(Bon (0 gone up toftlb ^ merr? noffe. 

ING ! O Heavens, O Earth, rejoice ! 
Angel harp, and human voice. 
Round Him, as He rijes, raife 
Your AJcending Saviour's praife. 
Bruised is the Serpent's head. 
Hell is vanquijhed, Death is dead, 
And to Christ, gone up on High, 
Captive is captivity. 
All His Work and Warfare done, 
He into His Heaven is gone. 
And, bejide His Father's Throne, 
Now is pleading for His Own : 
Ajking Gifts for Jinful men. 
That He may come down again. 
And, the fallen to re/lore, 
In them dwell for evermore. 



iDptni pe(Bate9!« 

jJPEN! ye gates, for the battlehadi ended, 
The warfare is over, the vidory won : 
Mighty the Foe who his kingdom de- 
fended. 
But mightier things by our Captain are done. 




346 iafcenfion arm l&entecoft^ 

Soond ! found your harps ! in your Manjums of 
glory, 
Ye Angelsy who heralded Peace at His Birth ; 
Now welcome Him back, while man takes up the 
Jlory, 
And echoes the tidings of Peace upon earth. 

Olivet ! henceforth for evermore holy. 

As Bethlehem, Tabor, thy name we will call ; 

He trod thee dejpifed, rejefied, and lowly. 
Behold Him now triumphing. Lord over all. 

Higher, yet higher, behold Him afcending ; 

See ! MejQfengers coming apparelled in white ; 
See Him now vanijh, the Marvel is ending. 

The Cloud is receiving Him out of our Jight. 

Open ! ye gates, yet again Jhall the thrilling 
Command be repeated, and all men jhall hear — 

Saints, as their heritage, Heaven is filling, 
The cursed, as Hell firjl re-echoes their fear. 



AIL on, O Ships, acrofs the main. 
Bear on, bear on, the myjlic Chain. 

Drop down the bright Links in the deep 
Below where Jlorms and tempejls fweep. 

In the dark jea-depths let them lie. 
For ever hid from human eye. 




Bear on the lajl Links to the land 
And lay them on the golden jand — 

A living bridge the depth's below, 
Where living thoughts pafs to and fro- 
Bearing their MejQfage evermore, 
Peace and Goodwill from Jhore to jhore. 

Toil on, O Church, through Jlorm and blajl 
Where He, Thy Lord, thy track has cajl. 

Let go thy loved ones, one by one. 
To rejl awhile when work is done. 

Lojl in time's dark and Jhorelefs deep, 
Unknown, forgotten, let them Jleep, 

Links in that Chain which reacheth o'er 
From earth unto the Heavenly Jhore : 

One end — with Him, where He is gone 
Safe Jlored beneath the golden Throne ; 

One end — on earth, which He has left 
Awhile of its new Life bereft : 

Binding to Him — awhile unjeen, 
With the great gulf of Time between. 

Along that line of living Dead 
The Fire of Pentecojl is fped : 




348 iafcenOon anti ^enteeoff. 

Along thofe Links beneath the deep 
His Grace and Mercy ever fwecp : 

Along that Chain His Word is given- 
Peace and Goodwill from earth to Heaven. 



OME ! O Holy Spirit, come ! 
Earthward from Thy Heavenly home 
Flajh the flowing Radiance bright. 

Come ! Thou Father of the poor ; 
Come ! Thou Giver of good Jlore ; 
Come ! of hearts Thou Jbvran Light. 

Comforter the truejl, bejl, 
Who the Soul with plea/ant rejl 
Pleajantly doth entertain. 

Eaje in toil and Cordial fweet. 
Shelter in the burning heat. 
Soothing Influence in pain. 

O mojl blejjed blejjed Light, 

Shine with jplendour pure and white^ 

Shine upon Thy Saints within ; 

For in man, without Thy Grace, 
Nothing ever can have place, 
NTothing void of Jhame and Jin. 



Supreme IBtector Coelftum. 349 

Wajh to whitenejs every Jlain, 
Slake the thirjly foil with rain, 
Heal the hurt that needs Thy Care ; 

Bend the Jlubborn to Thy Sway, 
Cheer the cold with genial day, 
Make the crooked Jtraight and clear. 

Holy Spirit, to the jujl. 
Who in Thee believe and trujl, 
Give the facred Sabbath-rejl ; 

Give the Guerdon they have won,- 
Give jupreme Salvation's crown. 
Give the ages ever blejl. 



Supreme Eector CoeHtum* 



p^an READ Kbg, to Whom th' Angelic 

I MQI J Hojls do cry, 

f^^Ui Who tramplejl Death 'neath Thy 

' ' vidorious Feet, 

And opejl a Path unto the glorious jky, 
Marked by Thy Blood ; from the Eternal Seat, 
Where Thou, with the Life-giving Paraclete, 
Sit'Jl by Thy Father*s Side, look on us now. 
Nor leave us comfortlejs : let our wants meet 
Thy pitying Eyes, Thy covenanted Bow 
I s left upon Thy Path, and marks the clouds below. 



350 afcenaon anD ^entecoS. 

Thou didjl give birth to us with piercing throes. 
And direjl travail pains, while die dark tide 
Of woeso*erwhelmedThee, and brought Death's 

repofe ; 
Then the rude lance opened Thy bleeding Side, 
And thence was taken Thine own fpotlejs Bride, 
The Mother of us all. From Thy calm Jhorc 
Send forth Thy Spirit of Truth, Who Jhall 

abide : 
Wajhed in Thy Blood, the Church Jhall Him 
adore, 
And Thee and Father Blejl worjhip for ever- 
more. 

^f)e l^eatienl? Interceltton* 

ISEN Lord, enthroned on high. 
Now the toils of earth are o'er. 
Hear Thy Church's daily cry 
Rijing Heavenward evermore — 

Lord, to fave us make good jpeed ; 

Jesu, Majler, intercede. 

Now the Battle-Jlrife is done 

Which the ViSor fought fo well. 

For the Crown of Life is won 

From the vanquijhed King of Hell — 
Lord, to fave us make good jpeed. 

Breaker of the bonds of Death, 
Captor of Captivity, 




C5e ^eatienlp ^nterceltton. 35 1 

Pray for us to Him Who faith. 
All things doth He give to Thee — 
Lord, to fave us make good /peed. 

Virgin-born, to Thee we kneel, 
Gifts for man Who didjl receive, 

Sinlefs human flejh, to heal 

The death-tainted fons of Eve — 
Lord, to jave us make good /peed. 

Second Adam, from Whofe Side, 

In the tranquil jleep of death, 
IjQfued forth the Heavenly Bride, 

Mother to the fons of Seth — 

LoRDy to fave us make good fpeed. 

Bruifer of the Serpent's head, 
Thou the Serpent on the Tree, 

Healer of the Souls half-dead. 
All who fainting look to Thee — 
Lord, to fave us make good fpeed. 

Judah's Lion, from Whofe Might 

Honey-fwcct dijlils the power 
Which lays low the Beajl of Night 

Seeking whom he may devour — 
Lord, to fave us make good fpeed. 

Lamb of God, Who tak'Jl away 

Of our Sin the guilty Jlain, 
Ranfom Thou for man to pay 

On the Altar as if Jlain — 

Lord, to fave us make good fpeed. 



352 SLtttmm atiD ^entecoa^ 

When in worjhip low we bend, 

Majler, leave us not alone ; 
Bid the Holy Ghost defcend 

From the Father's central Throne — 
Lord, to jave us make good jpeed. 

Fill the Shrine whence loud and long 

Rolls the pealing Litany, 
Matin chant and Evenjbng, 
To the Feet of God on high — 

Lord, to fave us make good jpeed ; 
Jesu, Majler, intercede. 

%txx fucutiDa, %ux fnasnf0« 

AY of pleajure, Day of wonder, 
When the Throne's imprifoned thunder 

Shook its Fire-drops to the earth ; 
Give us flaming hearts inditing. 
Tongues, like ready pen, reciting. 
All the Theme's furpajjing worth. 

On the Church, from Heaven defcending. 
Bridal Gifts the Lamb is fending. 

On His bright efpoufals' Day : 
Now His honied Word dijlilling. 
Now with holy Un3ions thrilling 

Shines the Flinty Rock's array. 

Flejhly hearts, and fiery laving. 
For the Stony Tablets' graving, 




l^oCanna in tje ^fffjelf* 353 

Writ with wrathful Sinai's ire ; 
For the Hqjl, the few united, 
From that Upper-chamber lighted 

Through the earth with flames of Fire. 

Oh, what Day of Joys abounding 
Was that mighty Wind's refounding, 

When the Fire with Water ran ; 
When three-thoujand Spirits winning 
Was the MeJOfage's beginning 

To the univerjal man. 

In new bottles, not in olden, 

Mujl the New-wine's Jlrength be holden. 

Widowed Church prepares the Jlore ; 
They who Jaw the Lord afcending 
Fill their vejjels without ending 

With His Un£{ions evermore. 



^oCanna in tf)e ^is^tft^ 

GLORIOUS Jerufalem, Joy of all the 

earthy 
Open wide thy pearly gates, uplift the 
Jlrain of mirth ; 
Rejoice, rejoice dear Mother, fo beautiful and free. 
For behold, the King of Kings cometh wondroujly 
to Thee. 

All ye holy Angels, welcome back the Mighty Son ; 

The Crojs and pain are over, the ViSory is won ; 

A A 




354 £ircenaon anD ^entecoS^ 

Hofannas in the highejl, ye armies bright outpour, 
For the Lord God Omnipotent Jhall reign for 
evermore. 

Ye Incenfe-douds adore Him, ye fwTnging Cenfers 

greet, 
Thou Sea of cryjlal, thunder thy praifes at His 

Feet: 
Oh, all is Joy within thee, City of living Light, 
And the Wounds of God Incarnate for aye Jhall 

make thee bright* 

With Garments dyed, from Bozrah, the ViSor 

comes alone ; 
Let every thing created His awful Conquejl own ; 
No more the bending Sceptre, no more the thorny 

Crown, 
The Lord hath triumphed glorioujly, and all His 

foes cajl down. 



WLtni ! Creator &pirttuj3^ 

OME ! Creator-SpiRiT high. 
Re-creating ever ; 
Given and Giving from the Jky, 
Thou the Gift and Giver. 
Thou the Law within us writ, 
Finger Thou that writeth it, 
Infpired and Injpirer. 




I? dejaiS, ^aftov feanto* 35s 

With Thy fevenfold Graces good 

Sevenfold Gifts be given, 
For fevenfold Beatitude 

And Petitions Jeven. 
Thou the pure, unjlained fnow, 
That Jhall never fuUied flow ; 
Fire that burns not though it glow ; 
WreJUer ne'er defeat to know. 

Giving Words of Wifdom. 

Kindle Thou Thyfelf in us, 

Thou both Light and Fire ; 
Thou Thyfelf Jiai into us, 

Breath of Life, infpire. 
Thou the Ray and Thou the Sun, 
Sent and Sender, Thee we own ; 
Of the BleJTed Three in One, 
Thee we, fuppliant, call upon — 

Save us now and ever, 

S tieiaiS, i^aftou &anto* . 

ND wilt Thou in this vale 
Obfcure and deep, O blejfed Shepherd, 

leave 
Thy lonely flock to wail, 
Thyfelf pure air to cleave. 
That realms of Peace eterne may Thee receive ? 

To whom Jhall thofe that had 
Thy Fellowjhip, that lately were fo blejl. 




35^ £lfcenaon atiD f^entecoS« 

Now dejblate and jad» 
The leaners on Thy Breajl, 
Incline their hearts, of Thee when dijfpojQfeJfed ? 

What objefl Jhall employ 
Their eyes, that have Thy Afpefl's beauty known, 

Not caujing them annoy ? 
Where Jhall they hear a tone 
Not dull or harjh after Thy Sweetnejs gone ? 

Who jhall henceforth refrain 
The wild wind's rage, and on the troubled Jea 

Make halcyon calm to reign, 
When they defcry not Thee ? 
By what Jlar guided jhall their wanderings be ? 

O Cloud, whoje envious hajle 
Impairs the fleeting joy they yet might know, 

Whither away fo fajl ? 
What riches with Thee go ! 
How poor Thou leav'jl us, and how blind below ! 



^aetata Cl^riSi tempora« 

OW the holy times, foretold 
In Prophetic jlrains of old. 
Strengthening with her might the breajl, 
Doth the truth of Faith attejl : 

How the Lord of all mankind 
Comes, in holy Flejh injhrined, 




^aetata Cl^rtat tempora^ 357 

Man, to whom He being gave, 
Self-dejlroyed, from death to Jave, 

Self-abafed, in mortal guije, 
Man, He JufFers, and He dies ; 
Rijing, from the Grave again, 
God, incapable of pain : 

Rijuig, as had been foretold 
By His Jacred Seers of old. 
He, for long days four times ten. 
Preached Salvation's work to men : 

Then, when theje were all complete, 
Mounting to His Father's Seat, 
Gifts on man bejlowing, He 
Captive led Captivity. 

Yet the heralds of His State 
He commands awhile to wait. 
Till Himfelf the might fupply 
Of His Spirit from on High. 

We, triumphant in the fame. 
Our Salvation's Lord proclaim. 
Saints on earth, and Saints above. 
Joining in our Hymns of Love, 

Grant that we, Almighty Friend, 
Ceajelefs in devotion tend 
Thither, where Thou Jitt'Jl in Light, 
Throned upon Thy Father's Right. 




358 £lCcenaon anD )^entecoS« 



(f5ott f aim mt sen ^(mtml. 

O ! God to Heaven ajcendeth ; 
Throughout its regions vajl, 
With Jhouts triumphant blendeth 
The Trumpet's thrilling blajl : 
Sing praife to Christ the Lord, 
Sing praife with exultation. 
King of each heathen nation, 
The God of Hojls adored. 

With Joy is Heaven refounding, 

Christ's glad return to fee ; 
Behold the Saints furrounding 

The Lord Who fet them free : 
Bright myriads thronging come ; 

The Cherub-band rejoices, 

And loud Seraphic voices 
Welcome Messiah home. 

No more the way is hidden, 

Since Christ our Head arofe : 
No more to man forbidden 

The road to Heaven that goes. 
Our Lord is gone before, 

But here He will not leave us ; 

In Heaven He'll foon receive us. 
He opens wide the door. 



(Bott fajtet auf gen l^immeU 359 

Christ is our place preparing, 

To Heaven we too Jhall rife. 
And, Joys Angelic Jharing, 

Be where our Treajure lies : 
There may each heart be found ; 

Where Jesus Christ has entered. 

There let our hopes be centred, 
Our courfe Jlill Heavenward bound. 

May we, His Servants, thither 

In heart and mind ajcend. 
And let us Jing together — 

We feek Thee, Christ our Friend, 
Thee, God's Anointed Son, 

Our Life, and Way to Heaven, 

To Whom all Power is given. 
Our Joy and Hope and Crown. 

When, on our vijion dawning, 

Will break the wijhed-for hour 
Of that all glorious Morning, 

When Christ Jhall come with Power ? 
O come 1 thou welcome Day, 

When we, our Saviour meeting, 

His jecond Advent greeting. 
Shall haU the Heaven-fent Ray. 




360 sUttnUm anti ^mtecoS* 



Beata nobis; sauDfa^ 

GAIN the Jlowly circling year 

Brings round the blejQfed lioar, 
When on the Saints the Comforter 
Came down in Grace and Power. 

In fajhion of a Fiery Tongue 

The Mighty Godhead came ; 
Their lips with eloquence He Jlrung, 

And filled their hearts with flame. 

Straightway with divers Tongues they fpeak, 

Injlinfi with Grace Divine ; 
While wondering crowds the cauje mijlake. 

And deem them drunk with wine. 

Thefe things were myjlically wrought — 

The Pafchal time complete. 
When IfraePs Law remiJ[)ion brought 

Of every legal debt. 

God of all Grace ! to Thee we pray, 

To Thee adoring bend ; 
Into our hearts this Jacred day 

Thy Spirit's Fulnefs fend. 

Thou, Who in ages pajl didjl pour 

Thy Graces from above. 
Thy Grace in us where lojl rejlore. 

And jlablijh Peace and Love. 



361 
Bacft returnftiff to ^i0 flDton* 




ACK returning to His Own, 
Death for mortals tried and known, 
Takes the Lord His Japphire Throne- 
Human nature glorified, 
With the Scars that aye abide, 
Pleads that He for Jmners died. 

Now the glorious battle's won ; 
Heaven and earth conjoined in one, 
Triumphs the Eternal Son. 

Smiles the Everlajling Sire ; 
Glows the Boundlefs Spirit's Fire ; 
Three in One ! all worlds admire. 

Now as Priejl for ever fealed, 
See the Incarnate Lamb revealed, 
Through Whofe Wound the world is healed. 

He, above the glowing jkies, 
ProfiFers in myjlerious wife 
His eternal Sacrifice. 

We on earth with Him unite 
In the pure and bloodlefs Rite : 
Speechlefs Wonder infinite ! 

Yea, the Bridegroom and the Bride, 

By Celejlial bonds allied, 

Clafp the Crofs on which He died. 



362 aCcenOott anft fBentecoft* 

In the Bride her Lord doth dwell — 
Thence her unattainted fpell ; 
Thence this matchlejs Miracle ; 

Thence her Saviour, fraught with praife. 
At the Father's Feet Jhe lays ; 
Thence the Spirit fires her gaze. 

M^ilt up to l^eatien (EoD sottli. 



wA'Mrm ^^^^ '^P ^® Heaven God goeth 

A A n In Majejly from earth ; 

bSlL^I ^^^ ^^^i^ ^^^ Trumpet bloweth. 
All jubilant with mirth. 
Sing praife then, nothing loath, 

Sing praije and gratulation, 

The King of our Salvation 
Is Lord of Sabaoth. 

To greet the Lord afcending, 

The wide Heaven laughs with glee ; 
And, on their King attending, 

The Saints, whom Christ fet free. 
Around their Saviour throng. 

With Seraphs jweetly Jinging, 

And Cherub voices ringing 
The welcome of their fong. 

We know the way that leadeth 

To our exalted Head ; 
We know the Path that fpeedeth 

To Heaven where Christ hath fpcd. 



MWt up to l^eatien (EoD soetl^. 363 

Our Lord is gone before, 
He will not here forjake us. 
But to His Home will take us, 

And open wide the door. 

We too the Houfe will enter, 

The Manjion of our Lord ; 
We too our hopes will centre, 

Where lies our Treafure Jlored ; 
Lift up your hearts each one. 

Where Christ hath onward hajlened : 

On Him your hopes be fajlened ; 
To Him your race be run. 

Let us to Heaven go prejjing. 

With mighty hearts yet meek ; 
Let us Jing jweet our Blejjing — 

Thee, Jesu Christ we feek ; 
Thee, O Thou Son of God, 

Who dojl all Might inherit ; 

Thee, Crown of heart and Spirit, 
Thee, true and living Road. 

When will that mom break o'er us ; 

When come the blejfed time. 
That Christ will Jland before us. 

In Lordlinefs fublime ? 
Thou day. Oh hajle and cheer 

Our Souls the Saviour meeting, 

Our hearts the Saviour greeting. 
Sweet Day of days, appear. 




364 afcenaon atiD ^entecoft^ 

IT Thou on My Right Hand, My Son— 

faith the Lord — 
Sit Thou on my Right Hand, my Son ; 
Till in the fatal hour 
Of My Wrath and My Power, 
Thy foes jhall be a footjlool to Thy Throne. 

Prayer jhall be made to Thee, My Son — pdth 

the Lord — 
Prayer Jhall be made to Thee^ My Son ! 

From earth and air and jea 

And all that in them be. 
Which Thou for Thine Heritage hajl won. 

Daily be Thou praised, My Son — faith the Lord — 

Daily be Thou praised. My Son ; 
And all that live and move. 
Let them blefs Thy bleeding Love, 

And the Work which Thy Worthinefs hath done. 



^vnmifla %tlhx0 concfpe ffauDfa. 

ARTH, Thy face adorn 

With promifed joys and fmiles ; 
Thee this happy Mom 
With Heaven reconciles ; 
Thy God His ancient Wrath has put away. 
Thy Saviour enters the domains of Day. 




Simov pam'0 et ^iliU 365 

O Christ! Who ViSor 

Hajl Death and Hell cajl down ; 
Won by Thine own Blood, 
Put on Thy glorious Crown ; 
Proceed and reign, Thy regal Sceptre take. 
The world unto Thee doth JubmiJJion make. 

Why, O Difdples, 

Gaze ye thus up on High ; 
At your God rijing 
Far far above the Jky ? 
As your Redeemer doth now Heavenward Jbar, 
Thence Jhall He, dread Avenger, come once more. 

Christ! Thou Who fittejl 

Throned at Thy Father's Side, 
To Jhare Thy Triumphs 

Us Thine own Children guide ; 
Sore is the confliS ; all Thine Aid be/low. 
Thou mighty Captain, to defeat the foe. 



OVE of Father and of Son, 
True and glorious Helping One, 

Comforter and Hope of all : 
Of the Saints' unfading Light, 
Prize of thofe that do aright, 
Lifter up of them that fall ; 




366 jaCcenODn anti ^zntztolt^ 

Giver of all Holinejs, 
Fortitude and Blejfednejs, 
Lover of all Righteoufnejs^ 
Gracious, and of perfeS Might, 
Merciful and Infinite ; 

Ever Dearejl, Purejl, 

Wifejl, Strongejl, Surejl, 

Ever mojl unfailing Trujl, 

Ever Tender, ever Jujl ; 
Lightener of hearts, through Whom the Father 

and the Son we find. 
Spirit of Counjel, Balm for /in. Giver of joy, and 
Source of mind ; 

Unchanging, Gentle, Lowly, 

Unconquered, Noble, Holy, 

Ever Loving, ever Swift, 

Mojl Divine and chofen Gift ; 
Underjlanding clear bejlowing. 
Giver of AfFeSion glowing. 
Truth in Love for ever Jhowing ; 

The Spirit of the Father, 

The Spirit of the Word, 

The Comforter Who quickeneth. 

The Finger of the Lord ; 
Highejl, Sweetejl, Kindejl, Bejl, 
Bountiful and Lowliejl ; 
Who as He wills, and when He wills. 
And where He wills. His Grace injlils, 

Teaches, fills, and lifts, 

Enriches with His Gifts ; 



To gladden the Apojlles, to take their grief away^ 
The Spirit of all Knowledge, He comes to earth 

to-day, 
HecomesinallHis Fulnefs,the EverlaJiingLoRD, 
And the fount of perfeS Wifdom upon their Souls 

is poured. 



PAINTER, long ago, wrought out the 
Jlory 
Of the great Love of Christ our 
Lord; 
How He, the Prince of Life and Glory, 

The Very and Eternal Word, 
Enthroned before the glajfy Sea, 
Still mourns for jin exceedingly. 

And thus he piSured Him Whofe Look fo tender, 
No art may paint, no hues exprefs, 

God in His Majejly of Jplendour, 
But wearing Jlill His PaJJion-drefs — 

The purple Robe which may not hide 

His wounded Hands and Feet and Side. 

Once more His blejfed Face looks marred with 
anguijh ; 
Hb Brow jlill bears the thorny Crown ; 




368 jafcenaon anti ^tnmott. 

And jlill in death He feems to langaijfa, 

And in an Agony look down 
On thofe Who nail Him yet again 
Fajl to the Crojs of Jharpejl pain. 



ifelfji; 9Dte0 mortaltbu^^ 



m 



LEST Day, when doomed to die no 

more, 
Our Saviour op*ed the Jlarry way, 
Through Heaven's eternal door» 
That had been dojed for aye. 

Our Head hath pierced the Jkies, and we 
The body left, but not alone, 

If one in Charity, 

In Glory Jhall be one. 

Yea, He hath gone, but Jlill is nigh, 
Unfeen, in Spirit prefent jlill. 

Doth every limb fupply. 

And all the body fill. 

But, oh, that day, when from His Throne, 
Th* Avenger of our crimes to be. 

The Heavens Jhall let Him down 

In terror's panoply. 

He, once arraigned as criminal. 
The Judge returns, and from afar 



l&eut fft ffefafiren (Potter feofin^ 369 

Sitting on High /hall call 
His judges to the bar. 

He died — ^that He from death might fave : 
What vengeance Jhall for them remain, 

To whom a Saviour's Grave, 

The Blood of God is vain. 

Then let the guilty now come forth, 
Ere Love in terror difappears, 

And flames of wakening wrath 

Extinguijh with our tears. 

K^eut itt gefatiren (Potted &o|im 

0-DAY the Son of God hath gone 
Up to the Heavens' highejl Throne. 

To Olivet, as Gofpels tell. 
He came to bid His Own farewell. 

While BleJTmg them He rofe on High 
In Might and Glory to the Jky. 

He to His Father went His Way, 
To reign with Him above for aye. 

The Gates are opened for the King, 
And Heavenly hojls in Gladnefs Jing. 

The Son of Man is clothed with Might, 
And feated on the Father's Right. 

Where Thou, Lord Jesu, didjl afcend, 
Bring us, Thy Servants, at the end. 

B B 





370 jafcenaon anti |&entecoft* 



Wimi ^upetne &pttCtu0« 

PIRIT Supeme, come down again, 
Kind Patron of the poor opprejl : 
Great Gift and bounteous Giver! deig: 
To be our heart's abiding Guejl. 

Thou Radiant Dove of Truth, defcend 
On natures plunged in error's night : 

EJfential Strength, the weak defend ; 
The dark illumine, Source of Light. 

Come, and the empty Jfaows dejlroy 

Which cheat weak Jenje with Jhares impure ; 

Lejl, far from Thee, true Fount of Joy, 
Their gaudy hues our feet allure. 

So be Thy Prejence in our hearts, 

So Thou alone within us Jhine, 
That, dead to all vain Earth imparts. 

Our life may be Thy Breath Divine. 

Melt thefe cold bojbms. Sacred Love, 
With holy flames of Heavenly Fire, 

Till yielding Self, to God above. 
An offering of fweet fmell expire. 

Far have we gone from Thee ajlray. 

Back to Thy Throne our footjleps bend : 

Be Thou the exiles' homeward Way, 
And Thou its everlajling End. 



371 




3lt)t Jixnstt 3|efu, tttmt eucti* 

EJOICEy ye Saints, in glad accord^ 
Unto His Kingdom goes your Lord. 
His Work on earth is now complete^ 
And Death is crujhed beneath His Feet. 
For all the world He hath atoned, 
And God hath Him in Glory throned. 
Far as the Heavenly realms extend 
His Might and Kingdom have no end. 
For evermore He reigneth King, 
And keeps His Church beneath His Wing. 
He is your Head, O raife the hymn. 
Ye Chrijlians, with the Seraphim. 
Our Strength and Might are Thine alone. 
And we, O Saviour, are Thine Own. 
Upon the Crofs Thou diedjl to Jpare, 
And madejl us Thy Glory Jhare. 
When faithful pilgrimage is o'er. 
Thou openejl the Heavenly door : 
Thou hajl prepared for us a place 
Where we /hall ever fee Thy Face. 
Teach us to feek for things on high. 
Where Thou dojl Jhine in Majejly, 
And make us ever trujl Thy Love 
Until we look on Thee above. 




372 Sircenaon ano ^entecoS. 

O crowned Redeemer, in that Jight 
We, Thine for aye, Jhall find delight. 
And mid the Saints' exulting throng 
Sing in Thy Praije the glad new Song. 



%^t 9Dap of ^dentecoS» 

HEDayofPentecoJl, 
When down the Holy Spirit came, 
And fat, like cloven Tongues of Flame, 
On the Apojlles* hojl : 

The Day of Pentecojl, 
When firjl, in all His wond*rous Power, 
Himjelf, as everlajling Dower, 

Bejlowed the Holy Ghost : 

The Day of Pentecojl, 
When that amazing Boon was given 
By which on earth we dwell in Heaven, 

And joy when jlricken mojl : 

The Day of Pentecojl, 
When that Celcjlial Grace was won 
By which alone we reach the Son, 

And count His Crojs our boajl : 

This Day of Pentecojl 
Has dawned again our Souls to cheer 
Then bring us all to Jesus near, 

O God, the Holy Ghost ! 



^^Dttquam fioftem et fnferna. 373 



■RSS^nlXALT, exalt^ the Heavenly Gates^ 
rjggM l Ye Chiefs of mighty name^ 
LBIKI 'I'he Lord and King of all things waits, 
^"""""""^ Enrobed in earthly frame. 

So to the higher feats they cry, 

The humbler Legions of the Jky. 

For Adam's fake, by Serpent guile 

Dijlrejfed, deceived, overthrown, 
Thou left'Jl Thy native Home awhile. 

Thou left*Jl the Father's Throne : 
Now He is decked afrejh with Grace, 
Thou feek'Jl once more the Heavenly place. 

Glad fejlal keeps the earth to-day. 

Glad fejlal Heaven is keeping : 
Th* Afcenfion-pomp in bright array, 

Goes proudly Jky-ward fweeping : 
The Lord the mighty deed hath done, 
And joined the fevered into one. 

PoSquam fioSem et fnferna. 

HEN all the Powers of Darknefs 

fpurning. 
The Saviour was at length re- 
turning 
To God's own Confolations : 




374 iafcenODn anti ^enttcott* 

As at His Coming, at His Going, 
The Angels yield, with tranfport glowing, 
Their radiant Minijlrations. 

And up above the Conjlellations, 
Beyond all mortal obfervations. 

Is raifed His Frame Corporeal, 
Who rules the world with Guidance tender 
Coequal with the Father's Splendour 

And Force imperatorial. 

But late enfranchijed, late viSorious, 
Now is He Jet in Heaven All-glorious, 

Lord of each Principality : 
No more to tajle of dijfolution ; 
Or clean/e by death the dread pollution 

That cleaves to our mortality. 

Once, once made Flejh, Who lived Jo lonely 
And deigned to offer once, once only 

For /m His great Oblation ! 
By Him no further pains are owing, 
And He enjoys a Peace o'erflowing 

With perfeS Exultation. 

'Twas as He rofe, that, thus imprejjing 
Upon the Twelve He was addrejjing 

The Maxims of His Myjlery, 
He faid — Seek men, though forced ajunder. 
And teach them every one by Wonder 

And Evangelic Hi/lory. 



'%i0 ttie laft of tfie 2Dap0* 375 

My Path unto My Father wending, 
I Jbon Jhall be again defcending ; 

The Lord of InterceJJion 
Shall give you Words to Sin unjparing, 
And dauntlefs breajls, and Souls of daring 

Within your own pojfejjion. 

Upon the jick, and on the pining, 
Your conjecrated hands inclining 

Shall give all rejloration : 
Spreading o'er all the powers of harming, 
Foes, plagues, the fnakes that know no charming. 

An utter dejblation. 

He who is found in Me believing, 
And duly at your hands receiving 

The true Purification, 
He jhall have eaje from all tranfgrejjion, 
And with the Saints, in glorious JeJJion, 

Eternal Delegation, 



'C(0 tfie laft of ttie SDa?iS. 

JIS the lajl of the days He mujl Jbjourn 
below. 
The firjl that His orphan Difciples 
mujl mourn : 
He has toiled, He has bled. He has rifen. He mujl go; 
The Stranger from Heaven to His Home mujl 
return. 




376 laCcenaon anti ^tnmoH^ 

In the jlill early morning, ere man is abroad, 
He led forth His Friends, with fweet Words by 
the way. 

To the fcene they fo oft in His Conver/e had trod, 
Where at Olivet's foot His loved Bethany lay. 

And there, as around Him they tearfully gazed, 
(His AfpeS all beaming, all breathing with Love,) 

His Hands, like a Priejl and a Father, He raifed, 
And gave His deep BleJJing — *twas echoed above. 

Midjl His Words, more unearthly His Countenance 
grew; 
And lo! like a Spirit, He Heavenward ajcends; 
And a bright Cloud has caught Him too foon from 
the view. 
As they gaze through their tears, of His heart- 
bleeding Friends. 

He is gone — what a parting — ^yet mark where attend 
Two Angels of comfort, and calm their dejpair : 

Why gaze ye ? This Jesus, ye Jaw thus ajcend, 
Shall yet come in like manner, and ye /hall be 
there. 

He has iinijhed His Work ; He has gloHfied God ; 

The Forerunner has gained his reverjion of Blifs : 
And now mujl His Followers tread where He trod, 

Till they fee Him, are like Him, and rejl where 
He is. 



iD 3iSnl0 &pftCtujs( l^atacUtu 377 

No longer by /ight, they mujl Journey by faith ; 
And with prayer, and with patience, muJl 
Heavenward move on ; 
And the Saviour's Own Spirit Jhall gladden 
their path ; 
And they foon jhall arrive where that Saviour 
is gone. 



^ 3|g:nC0 &pCrCtujs( )^aracUt{. 

FIRE of the Comforter, O Life of 

all that live, 
Holy art Thou to quicken us, and Holy, 
Jlrength to give/. 
To heal the broken-hearted ones, their forejl 

wounds to bind, 
O Spirit of all Holinefs, O Lover of Mankind ! 
O /weetcjl Tajle within the breajl, O Grace upon 

us poured 
That faintly hearts may give again their perfume 

to the Lord. 
O purejl Fountain, we can fee, clear mirrored in 

Thy Streams, 
That God brings home the wanderers, that GoD 

the lojl- redeems. 
O Breajlplate Jlrong to guard our life, O Bond of 

Unity, 
O Dwelling-place of Righteoufnefs, favc all who 
trujl in Thee ,* 




378 iaCcenaon anti ^entetoS* 

Defend thofe who in dungeon dark are prijbned by 

the foe, 
And, for Thy Will is aye to Jave, let Thou the 

captives go. 
O furejl Way, that through the height, and through 

the lowejl deep. 
And through the earth dojl pafs, and all in firmejl 

union keep ; 
From Thee the clouds and ether move, from Thee 

the moijlure flows. 
From Thee the waters draw their rills, and earth 

with verdure glows ; 
And Thou dojl ever teach the wife, and freely on 

them pour 
The infpiration of Thy Gifts, the gladnejs of Thy 

Lore. 
All praife to Thee, O Joy of Life, O Hope and 

Strength, we raife. 
Who givejl us the prize of Light, Who art Thy- 

felfAU Praife. 



^t &aCntl^^}5anli0« 




E Saintly-Bands that circle round 

The Throne of God, ye Sonsof Light 
Polluted ne'er by fms of Earth, 

And clad in robes of dazzling white, 
Oh, touch your ever-tuneful lyres again. 
And joyfully pour forth the high Seraphic Jlrain. 



|?e feamtlHs2BanD0^ 379 

Ye beauteous clouds, that now as gates 

Of the eternal Cityjland, 
And hide from mortals' earth-dimmed /ight, 

The untold Glories of that Land, 
Ope wide your Portals now your King is near^ 
Let Joy and Gladnefs reign diroughout yb^urtJue- 
arched Sphere. 

Lo ! tiow He comes— His Work is o*er, 
The Heaven-de/igned Tajk is done ; 

And bruised is the Serpent's head, 

O'er Death and Grave the viSory won : 

For man had merited the Wrath of God, 

Redemption's bought by Jhedding of His guiltlefs 
Blood. 

Lo ! now He comes — ^let fongs of joy 

The mourning heart with gladnefs cheer ; 

He comes ! and in His Body bears 
The deep imprints of nail and fpear 

By men, as Priejl, to intercede. 

And memory of His blejfed PaJJion ever plead. 

Why, mortals, gaze ye idly here ? 

He'll come once more to vijit earth ; 
Not as defpijed and jpumed of men, 

A Humble Child of lowly birth. 
To hold o'er all an undifputed Reign — 
As King of Glory, Judge of men, He'll come again. 




380 atcenaon anb i^mtecoS^ 



SLUigj ^upertie &pfrftu0^ 

OME, O Spirit, gradoujly, 
Fount of Light, Jhine lucidly 

In the gloomiejl night : 
Be Thou Peace to weary Souls, 
When the turbid ocean rolls, 
Then— Let there be Light, 

Scatter far vain fantajies. 
Heal the wounded confciences 

Poifoned by their Jin : 
Fill each heart with Charity 
From Thy Bounteous Deity 

Pouring Grace within. 

Charity which flows from Thee, 
Triple mail of Charity, 

Gird around our heart ; 
Lejl our great no3urnal Foe 
Slay us with a jecret blow 

From his fiery dart. 

Guard the trembling penitent, 
Mingle peaceful heart-content 

With his anxious jlrife ; 
Make the jlream of flowing tears 
Lead on through the vale of years 

To eternal Life, 




€) Horn, ^lip aaifng: outrprean* 381 



AVIOUR, Thy Father's Promifefend : 
Spirit of Holinejs, defcend : 
Lo ! we are waiting for Thee, Lord, 
All in one place with one accord. 
Come and convince us all of jin, 
Lighting Thy Lamp our hearts within ; 
Thy Temples — but alas ! how Jlow 
Thy Prefence and Thy Voice to know. 
Convince us all of Righteoujhejs : 
By that great Work Thy People blejs, 
Which our High Priejl hath wrought alone. 
And carried to His Father's Throne. 
Of Judgment, Lord, convince us too : 
Teach us in Christ all things to view : 
Oh, make us pure, with lightened eyes. 
Harmless as doves, as jerpents wije. 



iJ) Horn, ^Sp aaiinff outfprean. 

LORD, Thy Wing outfpread, 

And us Thy flock enfold ; 
Thy broad Wing jpread, that covered 
Thy Mercy-jeat of old : 
And o'er our nightly roof, 
And round our daily path, 
Keep watch and ward, and hold aloof 
The Devil and his wrath. 




382 flfcenaon aim fdentetoit 

For Thou dojl fence our head. 
And jhield — yea. Thou alone — 

The peajant on his pallet-bed. 
The prince upon his throne : 
Make then our heart Thine Ark, 
Whereon Thy My/lic Dove 

May broody and lighten it, when dark. 
With Beams of Peace and Love, 

That dearer far to Thee 

Than gold or cedar-jhrine 
The bodies of Thy Saints may be. 

The Souls by Thee made Thine ; 

So never more be Jlirred 

That Voice within our heart. 
The fearful Word that once was heard- 

Up ! Let Us hence depart. 



Coelo0 aCcenUtt fioUte* 

HE King of Glory, Christ mojl High, 
Ajcends this day above the Jky. 

At God's Right Hand for evermpr^. 
He jits, while Heaven and earth adore. 

Fulfilled is David's myjlicjlrain, 

Who Jang Messiah's boundlefs Reign — 

I jet my King on Sion's hill, 

The utmojl earth jhall do His Will. 





&flence m ^eatieti* 383 

In this our day of highejl joy, 

Be Hymns to Christ our glad employ. 

Thofe Hymns with Angel fongs we blend, 
Dear Lord, Who dojl to Heaven afcend. 

&flence in ^t&btn. 

OME, Holy Ghost ; the Lamb has 
broke 
The hidden Scripture*s feals ; 
Yet from the Throne no thunders woke, 
No golden trumpet peals : 
Myjlerious rejl of Light reprejl, 

As when the day was won, 
The fun Jlood Jlill on Gibeon's hill. 
The moon in AJalon ! 

'Tis Jilence jlill in all the Heaven, 

Above, below, around ; 
The Angels with the trumpets feven. 

Who Jland prepared to jbund ; 
The Saint before the golden Shrine, 

The River by the Tree ; 
And where the piSured harps recline 

Upon the glajjy Sea, 

Hold fajl the Rock, thou little Flock, 

So fainting, and fo few ; 
Lift, lift your hands — the Angel (lands 

With incenjc lit for you : 




384 SlCcenaon anb i^entecoS. 

Thofe prayers Jhall be a cloudy ]ea, 
From myriad cenfers hurled ; 

Earth's utmojl fpace your Meeting-place, 
Your Upper-room the world. 



^tlix SDfe? mortdUbuj$« 

HAPPY Day, to mortals dear. 
When, by His precious Blood jhed here, 
The Man-God reached the agdejs hall 
Clofed unto mankind Jince the Fall. 

Where He, our Head, is gone before. 
His Members thither too jhall foar. 
For, Joined to His Humility, 
Joined to His Glory we Jhall be. 

Afcended Lord, Who in Thy Grace 
Preparejl for Thine Own a place, 
Draw us, we pray, with cords of Love 
From exile to our Home above. 

There living Jlreams abundantly 
With their Jweet draughts Jhall fatisfy 
Thoje Souls from fear and trouble free, 
Thofe happy Souls which dwell with Thee. 

Giver of bounty, Blejsed Lord, 
Thyjelf Jhalt be our great Reward, 
When our brief jbrrow here is o'er 
Thou wilt give Joy for evermore. 



Slnni pera(tf0 menabUjS. 385 

And when we come to that one Fold, 
Thee, Face to face, we Jhall behold, 
For ever there Thy Praifes Jing, 
For ever love Thee, Christ the King. 

Jesu, Who never leavejl thofe 
Whom once Thy Loving-kindnefs chofe. 
Send down Thy Spirit from Thy Throne, 
Salvation's pledge, to teach Thine Own. 

antif pera(tf j$ menabu0. 

YEAR'S fwift months have pajfed 
away. 
The Joys of Pentecojl are here ; 
At length returns the wijhed-for day 
Again believing hearts to cheer. 

'Twas then the Spirit of the Lord 
Filled with Celejlial Joys the earth ; 

His radiant Glories all abroad 

From Heaven throughout the world go forth. 

For thus the Son of God mojl High 
His Promife to the ApoJUes made, 

Afcending o'er the lofty Jky, 

To fend His Holy Spirit's Aid. 

Now He by furejl proofs is here, 

Apojlles* voices witnefs bear. 
And various nations far and near. 

In divers tongues His Power declare, 
c c 




386 



iatcenaon anb ^entecoS^ 




S> (0efa 1100 l^errti, mir beCne UraCt. 

HOLY Ghost Thy Heavenly Dew 
The hearts of Jlnners can renew ; 
Thou dojl within our breajb abide, 
And jlill to holy aSions guide. 
Thou mak'Jl the Soul with joy tojing, 
When jbrroVs clouds are deepening ; 
With Jesus Christ Thou mak'jl us one, 
Eamejl of Heaven, from God*s high Throne. 
Bejl Gift of God, and man's true Friend, 
Into my inmojl Soul defcend ; 
The mind of Jesus Christ impart. 
And conjecrate to Thee my heart. 
Teach me to do my Father's Will, 
To lie, beneath His Guidance, Jlill ; 
Lighten my mind, and oh, incline 
My heart to make His Pleafure mine. 
From fpot and blemijh make me pure. 
My future Blifs in Heaven fecure ; 
Wlien lojl in darknefs, give me Light, 
And cheer me through death's dreary night. 



Pentetottal ^ppe arrt iaritftgpe* 

HEN Ifrael came from Egypt's land, 
And after fifty days they jland 

At Sinai's chofen place ; 
The People jlood in fear and awe, 
While their Dread Lord proclaimed His Law 
Of Wtal\\^ and not o^ Cit2i<«^, 




Sl^rrto notium 3u0 nfcece. 387 

When Ijrael came to Canaan's Jhore, 
The home God promifed long before. 

Yet won by war and toil ; 
Each Pentecojl they gave the Lord, 
According to His written Word, 

The flrjl-fruits of the foil. 

* ♦ ♦ « 

Another Pentecojl came round. 
Another Law gave forth its found, 

Of Grace and not of Wrath ; 
The Twelve, baptized with Holy Ghost, 
That Law proclaimed to IfraePs hojl. 

By Christ the Lord fent forth. 

From every land at home, abroad, 
EleSed by their God and Lord, 

By new and Heavenly Birth ; 
Their earthly life they little prize, 
They give themfelves a Sacrifice, 

The firjl-fruits of the earth. 

S Heralds here, Afcended God, 

To publijh Thy new Law abroad, 
We wait, within this Sacred Place, 
Th* Afflatus of Thy Spirit's Grace. 

Bound to Thy Service, Lord, may we 
With pure devotion worjhip Thee ; 
Till, filled with Influence from above,. 
We tell the world Thy glorious Love. 




388 atcenaon anb ^entecolt 

About to breathe Thy Spirit's Breath 
On men, In virtue of Thy Death; 
By rich experience make us know 
What BlejQings from Thy Sufferings flow. 

Exalted to Thy Father*s Throne, 
His vajl Dominion is Thine Own ; 
Lord, with Divine munificence, 
To us the promijed Gifts difpenje. 

Let darknefs from our minds remove, 
And our great Law be that of Love, 
Thy potent Hand our hearts prepare, 
And write this Law for ever there. 



l^Dl? fepin't ! lonff wperteH^ 

OLY Spirit ! long expeSed, 

Come, Thou Slow-returning Dove, 
And the Olive-branch rejeSed, 
Oh, bring with Thee from above. 
Holy Spirit ! 
Let the favour 
Of Thy Favour 
Comfort all our hearts with Love. 

Comforter of thofe in forrow : 

Guide to thofe who go ajlray : 
Teacher, all whofe LeJJbns borrow 

Light from what the Lord did fay ; 




flDeffnet eure Cfiore, ft* 389 

Holy Spirit! 
Let Thy Guiding, 
Grace providing. 
Lead us upward into Day. 

O Thou Advocate ! Whofe Pleading 

Wins back thoje whofe Souls have erred, 
While, for Jinners interceding, 
Christ their Advocate is heard ; 
Holy Spirit ! 
Let Thy Praifes 
Help to raife us 
Nearer to th* Eternal Word. 

iDeffnet mtt ^fiore, iFurften flDffnet Hz. 

IFT ye up your Gates, ye Princes ! lift 
them high. 
Let the King of Glory enter glorioujly ; 
Who is He that cometh, girt with 
Legions bright ? 
He, the Jlrong and mighty Vi3or in the fight. 

Open wide your portals, ye eternal Gates ! 
For the King of Glory, glorious triumph waits. 
Who is This, the King Who comes to reign on high. 
He, Whom hojls of Angels jerve and glorify ? 

Break forth into Jinging, all that dwell on earth, 
Praifeyour God with joy, and laud His Name with 

mirth : 
Who in Manger rough a Weeping Infant lay, 
Over earth and Heaven bears mojl blejfed /way. 





390 iaftenaon ana ^entecoft* 

While that great rejoicing foundeth far and wide, 
Goes He up in Glory to His Father's Side : 
He, of all forfaken on the cruel Tree, 
Ruleth over all, to all Eternity. 



&aMia ^umanae &ator« 

UTHOR of lojl man's Salvation, 
Jesu, each true heart's delight, 
Framer of the new creation, 

Light of lovers chajle and bright. 

Lord, what mighty Mercy bowed Thee 
Thus to bear Thy creatures' Jin ; 

Guiltlefs, bidding Death o'ercloud Thee, 
Guilty Souls from death to win ? 

Burjling through the gulf infernal. 
Thou unchain 'Jl the captive band ; 

Triumphing in Jlate fupernal, 

Sittejl now at God's Right Hand. 

Oh, may yet Thy Pity turn Thee 

To repair our ruined plight, 
Cleanfed in beauty to dijcern Thee, 

Filled with Thine all hallowing Light. 

Thou, the Way, dojl Heavenward lead us ; 

Goal, to which our hearts mujl tend : 
Solace fweet, 'mid tears to fpeed us ; 

Crown of Life, when tears Jhall end. 




391 

IGH praife to God» and laud devout. 
With dulcet voice and joyous Jhout 
Let the faithful people pay ; 
For on the chofen Twelve that day 
The Holy Spirit's Grace adored 
In cloven Tongues of Fire was poured. 
Oh, may the Prefent Paraclete 
Purge us from every taint of Jin, 
And build Himjelf a dwelling meet, 
And pour our inmojl hearts within 
All Gifts and Graces, that aright 
Our Life be pkajlng in His Sight, 
Through endlejs ages infinite. 
Sing we, jhout we — ^Alleluia, 
To our God be Praife and Power, 
Honour, Glory, Strength, and Might ! 

3) C^tiSe^ ^txi noSer poU. 

CHRIST, Who Leader in the race, 
Enterejl Thy royal Dwelling-place, 
Bid upwards draw to that blejl jphere 
Thofe whom Thou feejl projlrate here. 

With love that knows no bafe alloy. 
Oh, make us hajlen to the Joy 
To every earthly heart unknown. 
Which faith can tajle, and faith alone. 




392 atcenaon anti ^entecoS* 

Then Thou dojl give— mojl full Reward— 
Thyfelf unto Thy dear Ones', Lord ; 
And, the full blifs to overfill. 
In all Thou workejl all Thy Will 

And the unjlinted dreams that pour 
Their Divine /wcetnefs evermore, 
Shall gladden the blejl inmates there, 
Releajed from every fear and care. 

^rfump^e ! plauHant 9^arfa^ 

ITH all your floods attending 
Beat, Seas, upon the jhore. 
Ye Saints, more lowly bending. 
Exalt Him more and more — 
The Lord of Lords — afcending 
Above the Jlarry floor. 

The Name which God has given, 

All knees Jhall lowly bow 
Of things in earth and Heaven, 
And things the earth below. 

Ho ! Heavenly warders, glorious. 

Your portals lift on high ; 
The KiKG of Kings viSorious 

Let in on all the jky ; 
His Triumph meritorious 

With praifes magnify. 

Who is the King of Glory, 

Who comes with Garments dyed 




^AvitTTfig Tpn^fjLB^og. 393 

From Bozrah's wine-prefs gory, 

And Edom's purple tide ? 
The jlrong man's deathful foray 

The Jlronger has defied. 

The Father's Right Hand gracing, 

Thy Throne, O Lord, prepare ; 
The goal of all our racing. 

The mark of every prayer ; 
No pity's touch effacing 
With Thee afcending there. 

The Name which God has given. 

All knees Jhall lowly bow. 
Of things in earth and Heaven, 
And things the earth below. 

*Ave(rTrig rpnifjLspog. 

FTER three days Thou didjl rife 

Vijlble to mortal eyes : 

Firjl th' Eleven worjhipped Thee, 

Then the rejl in Galilee : 
Then a Cloud in glory bore 
Thee to Thine own Native-Jhore. 

Boldly David poured the Jlrain : 
God afcends to Heaven again : 
With the Trumpet's pealing note 
Alleluias round Him float ; 
As He now, by hard-won right. 
Seeks the Fount of purejl Light. 





394 iSltcenaon anb ^ientecoS^ 

Crime on crime, and grief on grief. 
Left the world without relief: 
Now that aged, languid race 
God hath quickened by His Grace : 
As Thy going up we jee, 
Gbry to Thy Glory be, 

Oai^ere Ig our 9^afttv note ? 

[HERE is our Majler now? 
Vainly our eyes. 
Seeking to follow Him, 
Turn to the Jkies : 
He is gone up on High, 
Yet to us Jlill is nigh ; 
He leaves us not. 

Still He is near to thofe 

Met in His Name, 
He with His Children walks 

Through trial's flame ; 
Near when His loved ones call. 
Near when they lowly fall. 

Still He is near. 

It jhall be given us 

His Crown to Jhare, 

So while on earth we live 
His Crofs we bear ; 

Ours Jhall His Glory be. 

Ours then His ViSory 
VaWanA's "won* 



SDe SLtttnUmt S>ominU 395 

Where is the Promijc now 

That He will come ? 
When wiU He lead His Own 

To His bright Home? 
True is His Word and Jure, 
His Promije Jhall endure. 

He Jhall return. 
Sadly the weary ones 

Wait for His Word, 
Gladly the true in heart 

Watch for their Lord. 
Shall He come Jbon or late ? 
Blejsed are they that wait, 

Till He appear. 

SDe SlCcenaone SDomftif* 

HERE'S rapture in the Heavenly height, 
And mujic 'mid the worlds of light. 
For Glory's King ajcends on High 
Crowned with immortal Vi3ory. 

He came to die, but lives again ; 
Tfie tyrant Death himjelf is Jlain 
While e'en the Jpoils of conquered Hell 
Shall the Redeemer's triumph fwell. 

Rijen, that He might others raije ; 
Sold, He the price of others pays ; 
The wandering Jheep that far had Jlrayed 
Has heard His Voice, and prized His Aid. 

Rije, then, above thy jinful birth ; 
Now live the life of Heaven on earth ; 




39^ SlCcenaoti atiQ ^entecoS^ 

Members of Christ mujl follow on 
When He, their Head, before is gone. 

Jesus ! the Glory, the Delight 

Of Angels, clothed with Hearenly Might, 

Do Thou our inmojl Souls infpire 

To Jcek Thee Jlill with warm dejire. 

Grant us in Thee alone to live ; 
Lead us ourfelves to Thee to give ; 
And jlill Thy Love Divine impart. 
And warm and cheer Thy People's heart. 

%it l^eatieniS for tW^mle^vi IKng 
prepare* 

HE Heavens for their mighty King 
Prepare, when He Jhall captive bring 
Captivity, and bear it high 
In triumph, far above the Jky. 
They take their harps, they jland, they wait 
For His Return, at Heaven's gate — 
He comes — then burjls the holy Jong 
Far through the aijles of Heaven ; and long 
Re-echoes through th' eternal Hall. 
Ten thoujand chariots at His Call 
Roll down to earth, like thunder loud 
Their noife ; and the Angelic crowd. 
Ten thoujand times ten thoufand, all 
Before His awful Prefence fall : 
Then burjls the Hymn afrejh and fills 
With joy tVve evet\si^\i\% Hills. 





397 

31 tofll not leatie pou €omfovtittti^ 

WILL not leave you Comfortlejs — 
The Promifed Spirit comes to blefs ; 
The Pentecojlal Day is come. 
And with one mind, in common home, 
The Jad Dijciples of the Lord 
Waiting, obey His folemn Word. 
Oh, let His Word with us abide, 
While thus we keep our Whitjuntide ! 

Sudden, above, and all around, 
A mighty Wind, a rujhing Sound 
Comes from the Clouds afunder riven ; 
RejijUefs comes — it comes from Heaven- 
Its Power expanjive makes its way. 
And fills the chamber where they pray. 
Oh, may that Power with us abide 
To cheer us in our Whitjuntide ! 

Not Sounds alone, but Sights are there. 
For cloven Tongues of Fire appear ; 
Brighter than jewelled diadem 
They rejl on each and all of them : 
The Heavenly Influence jpreads : and they 
Exulting hail the glorious Day. 

And oh, may we with thankful pride 
Thus hail our glorious Whitfuntide ! 

Filled from one Source, the Holy Ghost, 
(Jesus their theme, Hb Crofs their boajl) 



398 SlCcenaon atiQ ^entecoS. 

No other teaching they require» 
Kindled, injpired by Heaven's own Fire, 
In Tongues ne*er learnt they Jesus preach, 
E'en as the Spirit's Breathings teach. 
Oh, help us, teach us, Heavenly Guide, 
To keep aright our Whitjuntide ! 

The tidings foon were noijed abroad 
Of Powers that fpoke the Prejcnt God ; 
And numbers vajl of pious men. 
From every clime 'neath Heaven's ken. 
Each in his native language heard. 
From men untaught, the facred Word. 
Oh, jpread thofe tidings far and wide, 
Blejl Founder of our Whitjuntide! 

Well might thoje lijleners cry — Oh ! Jee, 

Are not they all from Galilee ? 

How in our proper tongue doth each 

Catch words of Wifdom from their fpeech ? 

To keep a Feajl from far we came, 

A holier Feajl we now proclaim. 
And oh, what they far off defcried. 
May we enjoy each Whitjuntide ! 

&urelp 31 come qufcM?* 

URELY— the Majler faid— I come 

Quickly to earth again : 
And yet how long our eyes have watched 
And viaxltd but in vain. 




^eentecoft* 399 

Long ? and in vain ? O foolijh heart. 
When will thy faith grow /Irong, 

And learn that when the watch is pajl 
Thou Jhall not deem it long. 

No watch too long for Him Who comes : 

Nor any waiting vain 
For Crowns like thofe which God Jhall give 

When He hath come again. 

O Coming Lord ! Who Jlill delay*Jl 

Thy Chariot-wheels in Love, 
To give us time to fit ourjelves 

For higher rooms above. 

Increafe our faith — Nay ! wajh our Souls 

More clean from guilty Jlain ; 
Le/l, though Thou comejl quickly, we 

Who wait Jhould wait in vain : 
Give us fome right to fay — E*en fo, 

Lord Jesus, come again ! 



l&entecott* 



ip P L^J Bl SON of God, Who wentejl up>n high 

lifira I ^^^y ^^ ^^^^ ™^^^ nigh» 

I kHS^ More nigh Thy orphaned Twelve the 

' " firjlofus 

Thy Sons innumerous, 
Lo, at the break of Pentecojlal Day 



400 SLtttnflm atiQ ^entecoS. 

Wc lijl what God will jay, 
In Sion, in the Mountain of Thy choice 
We wait the /till jmall Voice. 

He /peaks ! He /peaks ! now he that hath an ear 

Let him the loved Voice hear — 
That where I am My Own might be alway 

On earth I would not Jlay ; 
A little while, and in My gracious Rain 

To earth I came again, 
That I with man might dwell and be his Friend 

Even unto the end. 

The Flejh Which died. Which nevermore Jhall die, 

'Twas That I bare on high ; 
My Death, My Life, to work *mid Jin and woe, 

*Twas That I Jent below ; 
Summed in the mighty Wind and Tongues of Fire 

Are all ye can dejire 
That ye may work with This your God and be 

Mine through Eternity. 

Amen ! Amen ! fo be it. Lord, with all 

Who love Thy Fe^ival ! 
Thou hajl not left us orphans ; to our need 

The Comforter indeed. 
The Eternal Father's Promife, Thy Work's 
Crown, 

The Spirit hath come down ; 
The Father, thus, and Son, in Souls may dwell 

For ever. It U ^dl* 




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OF THE FIRST LINES OF THE 
HTMNS.* 




59- 

CHILD* Is born in Bethlehem . . . 

76, Afar the eaftern Sky is glowing . 

337. After three days Thou didft rife . 



Page 
69 
87 
393 
360 
230 
78 



304. Again the flowly circling year 
195. A Holy, Pure, and Spotlefs Lamb 
67. All hail ! thou Night, than day more bright . 

112, All Nations of the earth rejoice 133 

234. Alleluia 1 Christ is rilen 281 

247. Alleluia ! Jesus lives 295 

197. Along the fteep and weary road 233 

200. Am I a ftone, and not a meep ? 236 

287. An Hymn of Glory let us fing 339 

301. And wilt Thou in this vale ? 355 

269. Angels to our Jubilee 320 

310. A Painter, long ago, wrought out the ftory . 367 

201. A Stranger in tne pale moonlight .... 237 
330. As Heralds here, Afcended God .... 387 
129. As ftars of night when morn is near . . . 153 
244. As thofe who feek the break of day . . . . 292 

* The Hymns are not numbered in the Text; but by a reference 
to the Page they can at once be found both in the Index of the 
Firft Lines and Table of Contents. 



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11 8. As with gladnefs men of old 143 

333. Author of loft man's Salvation 390 

60. Ave! Maria 70 

327. A year's fwift months have pafled away . . 385 

305. Back returning to His Own ...... 361 

54. Before the paling of the Stars 63 

45. Behold the Bridegroom cometh 50 

261. Behold the Day the Lord hath made . . . 310 

196. Behold the Man . 232 

63. Bend to our hymns, Redeemer 74 

148. Beneath Thy Crofs I ftand 176 

87. Bethlehem hath opened Eden 102 

185. Blefled Crofs! all hail to thee 219 

9. Blefled Rulerof the Sky 10 

311. Bleft Day, when doomed to die no more . . 368 

177. Blood is the Price of Heaven 209 

no. Brighteftand heft of the Sons of the Morning 131 

107. Bring, happy Day, to light 127 

151. Brother in Christ ! Thy heart prepare . . 179- 

271. By God's ftrong Arm ftretched forth tofave . 313 

146. By Jesus' Grave on either hand 173 

267. Choir of the new Jerufalem ...... 318 

270. Christ is rifen ! Alleluia! 321 

274. Christ is rifen ! the Lord is come .... 326 

19. Christ the Son of God moft High ... 22 

119. Christ, through grief and toil we come . . 144 

265. Christ, upon the Friday flain 315 

231. Christ, we fing Thy favinff Paffion . . . 277 

103. Christ went about the earth 122 

285. Christ, Who for us didft evil quell ... 338 

202. Christ's peerlefs Crown 238 

219. Cold is the wind 260 

4. Come and releafe us. Son of God .... 5 

300. Come I Creator-SPIRIT high 354 

46. Come ! for the Lord hath called us ... . 52 
325. Come, Holy Ghost ; the Lamb has broke . 383 

295. Come! O Holy Spirit, come! 348 

321. Come, O Spirit, gracioufly 380 

^3. Come out of doors, and leave thy iheep ... 97 

P4. Come! tune your Vieatt 109 



gnftejc of t^e iffrft Hfnesf» 407 

No. Page 

89. Come ye Lofty 1 Come ye Lowly I . . . , 104 

22. Creator of the ftarry height 26 

167. Crofs ! whereon my Saviour bled .... 199 
159. Crucify! O Crucify ! 191 

184. Dark is the tomb and dreary is the dwelling . 217 

168. Darkly frowns the evening Sky 200 

298. Day of pleafu re, Day of wonder 352 

1 01. Dear Saviour when Thy chofen three . . 119 

33. Deep hidden, by Divine Decree 38 

181. Down through the hu(hed and thickening air . 214' 

225. Draw out, fad heart, thv melody 268 

296. Dread King, to whom th' Angelic Hofbdo cry 349 



308. Earth, thy face adorn 

106. Enthroned upon the Mountain-height 
288. Eternal King, eternal Prieft . • . 

174. Eventful night is this 

316. Exalt, exalt the Heavenly Gates . . 



223. FiNB Linen bring for Winding-iheet 

105. From daylight^s portals 

268. From the Regions unbeholden . • 
78. From where the rifing Sun goes forth 



57. Glory to God I we were in bitter need 

37. God calls you by His Voice of Might . 
237. God is gone up with a merry noife . . 

72. God is the Lord Who fhows us Light 
127. Gold, Frankincenfe, and Myrrh . . . 

55* Great King, from Heaven *s high Throne 



80. Habakkux in ancient fong .... 
169. Hail ! Crofs moft fweet and holy . . . 

240. Hail 1 Day of days, in peals of praife 
263. Hail ! Day of days, in peals otpraife . 

241. Hail! Day of joyous reft 

171. Hail! that Head with forrows bowing . 
238. Hail! the holy Day of days .... 
149. Hail to the Crofs ! the Wood which bore 

5. Hark ! a glad exulting throng . . . 
66. Hark ! heard ye not the ancient Seer ? . 



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266 

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ao. Hark ! through the lonely Wafte .... 24 

158. Hafte I lovely Bride 189 

229. He comes ! He comes ! 273 

242, He is not here! What words of cheer . , . 290 

239. He is rifen ! He is rifen ! 286 

272. He is rifen! to die no more 324 

2. Heavily with dread thou loomed 2 

291. Heralas of your God ! 343 

334. Hiehpraife to God, and laud devout . . . 391 

182. Holy Father! from Thy Throne .... 215 

44. Holy Sion^s Feafl is fpread 49 

331. Holy Spirit, Long-expe£led 388 

214. Hope of thofe that have none other . . . . 254 

253. How brightly glows the morning red ! . . . 302 

143. How (hall I look upon that brow ? .... 169 

109. How ftrongly and how fweetly 129 

58. Hufh ! the Virgin^s Song is ringing .... 67 

226. I BORE with thee long weary dap and nights 269 

35, I heard a Voice at the Matin chime .... 40 

204. I love the Crofs. *Tis a holy Form . . . 240 

J 70. I thirft ! O meek Redeemer, Thou didft cry . 203 

341. I will not leave you Comfortlefs 397 

175. If I have only Him 207 

213. If thou doft wifh to joy indeed 252 

153. If thou wilt indeed and truly 183 

53. In her Lord His Church rejoices .... 61 

85. In the nations Light hath rifen 99 

17. Incarnate God ! what tongue can tell ... 20 

93. Infant! born the world to free 108 

166. Into the world which awe and gloom enfold . 199 

179. It is fini(hed ! 212 

221. It is fini(hed 1 He hath feen 263 

7. Jesu, our Captain and our King .... 8 

220. Jesu, Solace of my Soul 262 

III. Jesu, the hearths own Sweetnefs and true Light 131 

165. Jesus, gentle SufF*rer fay 197 

230. Jesus lives— no longer now 275 

290. Jesus, Lord of Lire eternal 342 

j6i, Jesus, Whofe Hands, Whofe Feet, Whofe 

Head 193 



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No. Page 

104. Joy hath come to all of US 124 

157. Joy in Hades, joy unknown 188 

«51. Joy! Ojoy! ye broken hearted 300 

259, Let Chriftian's grateful Hymn of prail'e . . 308 

156. Let us now the Crucified One 186 

I. Life of the World unfailing ...... i 

283. Lift the Portals ! He is rifen 334 

£84. Lift to Heaven your hearts adoring . . . . 335 

332. Lift ye up your Gates, ye Princes .... 389 

139* Light of the anxious heart 164 

52. Like filver lamps in a diftant (hrine .... 60 

175. Lo ! Christ is rifen this Day 327 

303. Lo! Goo to Heaven afcendeth 358 

187. Lo! I come to do Thy Will ...... 220 

39. Lo ! now the bright and gladfome Day draws 

nigh .^ 44 

x86. Lo! on the inglorious Tree 219 

47. Lo! the Day — the Day of Life ..... 53 

243. Lo! the gates of Death are broken .... 291 

134. Lo ! the new-bom Star appearing .... 159 

1x5. Lo! the pilgrim Magi 137 

205. Lo ! the Thorn hath crowned the Flower . . 241 

173. Lord Jesu, when we ftand afar . .... 205 

309. Love of Father and of Son 365 

248. Mary! put thy grief away 297 

193. Myiterious Darknefs ! welcome now thy gloom 227 

189. Night caft unwonted gloom around . • . 223 

79. Night fpreads her fable veil 92 

207. No fongs fhall break our gloom to-day . . . 244 
8. Not too anxious for to-morrow 9 

16. Now from his cradle comes the Child ... 19 

82. Now is bom our great Salvation ..... 95 

12. Now let me clofe mine eyes 13 

116. Now let our Mother the Church in each nation 139 

208. Now let us fit and weep 245 

302. Now the holy times foretold -356 

228. Now the world's frefti dawn of birth . . . 272 

257 Now thy Gentle Lamb, O Sion 305 

74. Now to the new-born King 85 



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ai5. O Calvary! »55 

172. O Christ, O Saviour Dear 204 

»4. O Christ the Vine with living Fruit ... a 8 

335. O Christ, Who Leader in the race . . . 391 

86. O come ! Creator Spirit loi 

319. O Fire ofthe Comforter, O Life of all that live 377 

102. O firft in faith that overcame 121 

232. O give us Peace 278 

*97* O glorious Jerufalem, Joy of all the earth . . 353 

138. O crlorious fcene, pafling fair 163 

326. O happy Day to mortals dear 384 

328. O Holy Ghost, Thy Heavenly Dew ... 386 

144. O Holy Dove affift my love 170 

194. O Jesu, in Thy Torture 229 

120. O Light of Light, Lord Jesu 145 

150. O Lord the Wildernefe to me 178 

323. O Lord, Thy Wing outfpread 381 

42. O Lord, Who in Tny wondrous Love . . 47 
64. O Maiden in Thy lowly Bower 75 

276. O Myftery of Myfteries 328 

343. O Son of God, who wenteft up on high . . 399 
278. O Thou Who once from death didft rife . .330 

I27. O weary Heart in weary Bread 270 

14, O Wisdom, that proceeded 15 

100. O ye who feek the Lord 119 

38. 0>r the diftant Mountains breaking ... 43 

245. Oh ! to write 293 

206. Oh, touch not thou that holy Head .... 242 

43. Oh! what is human life below ? 47 

211. Oh, what (hame and defolation 249 

135. On Tabor's Mount how canft thou hope to 

ftand 160 

61. On the Birthday of the Lord 71 

154. Only ftay of Man's Salvation 185 

293. Open ! ye Gates, for the battle hath ended . 345 

218. Our. BleiTed Lord ftill on the Crofs behold! . 259 

236. Our Pafchal Joy at laft is here 283 

28. Parted from Thee for evermore .... 32 

131. Praile the Lord, ye Heavens above .... 156 

280. Praife to Christ with fuppliant voices . . . 331 



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No. Page 

6. Prepare to meet thy God . . , 8 

260. Put on thy beautihil robes, Bride of Christ . 309 

246. Rabboni ! Mafler, Lord Divine .... 294 

256. Raife the high Hymn to Him Who died . . 305 

266. Rejoice! Rejoice! 317 

314, Rejoice, ye Saints, in glad accord .... 371 

32. Rife, O Lord, in all Thy Glory .... 36 

297. Rifen Lord, enthroned on High 350 

98. Sab^an Odours load the air ....'. 115 

322. Saviour, Thy Father's Promife fend . . 381 

294. Sail on, O Ships, acrofs the main 346 

282. Saints on earth, and Saints in light • . • • 333 

15. Scarce difcerning' ought before us .... 17 

124. See! from where the purple morning . . . 149 

180. See! Jofeph comes with Spices' ftore . . . 213 

133. See them bending in the Manger .... 158 

142. See ! where in fliame the God of Glory hangs 168 

91. Shout ye Heavens with laud and praifing . . 106 

224. Silence in the Houfe of Prayer 267 

292. Sing! O Heavens, O Earth rejoice! .... 345 

69. Sing the Holy Child Christ 80 

307. Sit Thou on My Right Hand 364 

178. Six weary hours extended 211 

77. Sleep ! Holy Babe 89 

81. Son of God, before Thee 94 

56. Spirit of Midnight — bounding with happineis . 65 

313. Spirit Superne, come down again .... 370 

235. Spring is in its beauty glowing 282 

88. Stars of Glory, fhine more brightly .... 102 

222. Stay! grieved One, ftay ! 265 

216. Strike boldly down the tree of malice . . . 256 

342. Surely — the Matter faid — I come quickly . . 398 

70. Swathed, and feebly wailing 81 

126. Sweet Babe, That wrapt in twilight fliade . . 150 

23. Thanks and praife and joy and bleding . . 27 

II. That fearful Day, that Day of fpeechlefs dread 12 

141. The awful noon-tide gloom is o'er , ... 166 

163. The bleffed Crofs fhines now to us . . . . 195 



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No. Page 

96. The Cedar of Lebanon, Plant of renown . .. 1 1 1 

1 3. The Chariot ! the Chariot! its wheels roll on fire 1 4 

147. The Crofs is ever good 174 

315. The Day of Pentecoft 37a 

340. The Heavens for their mighty King prepare . 396 

73. The Herald lights from Heaven on golden wing 84 

249. The joyful Morn ! »98 

324. The King of Glory, Christ, moft High . . 382 

25, The Lord draws nigh, the righteous Throne's 

Afleflbr 29 

254. The Lord is rifen to-day 303 

152. The Lord of Might from Sinai*s brow . . . 182 

10. The Lord fhall come in dead of night ... 11 

36. The Mighty One, the King of kings ... 41 

62. The Moon that now is (hining 72 

18. The nieht is far fpent, and the Day is at hand 21 

136. The noblefl cities upon earth 161 

217. The Race is nearly finifhed 257 

183. The Royal Banner floats on high . . . . 216 

250. The ruddy Morning clear and bright . . . 299 

264. The Soldiers were watching 314 

281. The Son of David bowed to die 333 

31. The Son of Man (hall come 35 

123. The Star before doth ftiily glide 148 

29, The Voice of one that cries 34 

49. The Wonder-working Mafter 57 

121. The wondering Sages trace from far . . . 146 

26. The World is grown old, and her pleafures are 

paft 31 

132. The World's Reftorer, Christ, of kings the 

King 157 

137. There are three Gifts, three Homages . . . 16» 
212. There is nothing more that they can do . . 251 
339. There's rapture in the Heavenly height . . . 395 

40. They will appear 45 

21. Thine Advent is at hand 25 

191. This Day, remote from earth's rude noife . . 226 

113. This Feaft above all others rated . . . . . 134 

233. This is indeed the Day of God 280 

71. This is the feftal Light 8» 

386« Thou art gone up on High 338 

J 22. Thou That art the ¥kTHi.V^ Word ... 147 



Jnntf of tie if (ctt %intfi. 413 

No. Page 

«73. Thou, Who to fave 325 

160. Thoufands have felt Thy healing Power . . 192 

108. Three ancient Men in Bethlehem's Cave . . 128 

92. Thrice blefletl fruitful Theme of Mirth ... 108 

65. Thrice joyful night 76 

145. Through miry paths I laboured on . . . . 172 
114. Through the filent midnight hours . . . .136 

«62. ^Tis pad, that night of deeped gloom . . . 312 

128. 'Tis the Feaft of the change that fo rapidly ended 1 52 

318. 'Tis the laft of the Days He muft fojourn below 375 

117. To Bethlehem, Sinners, hafte 141 

188. To Calvary afcending 221 

68. To Christ the Lord 79 

95. To-day in Bethlehem 11 z 

312. To-day the Son of God hath gone .... 369 

125. To earth from Heaven glad Tidings I unfold . 149 

289. To former fcenes of glorious Light .... 341 

51. To hang transfixed upon the bitter Crofs . . 59 

99. To the Lord for ever Glorious 117 

30. To welcome Him Who (hall for ever reign . 34 

252. Touch me not, Mary 301 

210. Tree which Heaven has willed to dower . . 248 

1 30. Truly at the Manger-ftied ' . 1 54 

84. 'Twas in the Winter cold 98 

90. 'Twas Midnight 105 

279. Up! found your joyful fongs viftorious . . . 330 

198. Up that dark Hill funereal, faint with ill . .234 

50. Virgin Mother, oh, rejoice ! , 58 

3. Wake ! the ftartling Watch-cry pealeth . . 4 

258. We are rifen with Christ to-day .... 306 

48. We fing to Thee, Emmanuel 55 

190. Weep not for me, oh! weep not Salem's Daughters 224 

199. Weeping as they go their way 235 

75. Welcome ! that Star in Judah's (ky . . . , 86 

255. Welcome the triumphant token 304 

41. We watch to fee the Star of Gladnefs rife . . 46 

140. What Star is this that beams abroad .... 1 64 

203. When acrofs the heart deep waves of forrow , 239 

317. When all the Powers of Darknefs fpuming . 373 



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No. Page 

162. When Christ let fall that Sanguined Shower 194 

209. When evil thoughts bring trouble nigh . . . 246 

176. When God came down From Heaven . . . 208 

329. When Ifrael came from Egypt's land . . . 386 

97. When the World flept 113 

155. When they fcourged and mocked and bound Him 186 

338. Where is our Mafter now ? 394 

34. Whether there many be, or few 39 

27. While Adam's race fore wounded lay ... 32 

306. While up to Heaven God goeth 362 

164. Who is This with Garments gory .... 196 

336. With all your floods attending 392 

277. Words may not Thy Glory tell 329 

192. Ye, for eafe of heart who long 227 

320. Ye Saintly-Bands that circle round . . . . 378 




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time. If it be true that the higheft and moft lafting eiddence of the 
truth of our holy Faith is found in its effect on the mind of the 
believer, it muft furely be a good thing for men to have the wit- 
nefs of earlier ages brought home to them by means of CoUe^ons 
like this ; and the Hymns which Mr. Shipley and others are ftriv- 
ing to refcue from oblivion, will be welcome to the hearts and lips 
of many who can find little in the Poetry of the prefent day that 
will ferve as the expreflion of their Faith. We can, therefore, 
freely acknowledge that Mr. Shipley fet himfelf a good work when 
he undertook the coUeAion of Hymns on the Holy Eucharifl."— 
The Standard, 

** Of the literary merits of the contributions, both as to the 
Tranflations and the Original Hymns, we cannot fpeak too highly 
. . . [and the] Volume cannot ^il to ftrike the eye by the appro- 
priate charafter of its printing and binding." — The Economifi. 

" Mr. Shipley has made an ofifering to the Church, in this beau- 
tiful work, which may well win for him the gratitude of all who 
mourn over the coldnefs and indifference with which the unfpeak- 
able Gift of Christ, in the Holy £ucharift,is received by too many 
of her members. It is a moft exquifite Collection, containing not 
only Tranflations from the old days of faith and fervour, but alfo all 
thatismoft worthy of the fubjectfrom the Poems of Modem Authors. 
Such a Work may prove no mean infbument for promoting the 
love and reverence for this great Sacrament, which fo many eameft 
minds are now labouring to revive." — The ChurcbmatCi Companion, 

<* Lyra Eucharijilca has a long and learned pre&ce concerning 
Hymns and Hymnology, taking note of the chief Collections, an- 
cient and modern, in various languages. . . . All [the Contribu- 
tions] are worthy to be preferved, and the Volume is a proof that 
the higheft and moft paffionate human feeling does not neceflfarily 
cxprefs itfelf in the worft poetry . • . This Lyra is another con- 
tribution to the yearly increafing number of good Sacred Poems. 
In outward fhow [it is a] model of ecclefiaftical elegance. The 
fobcr, imitation- antique flyle of "get up*' is one of the pleafanteft 
affedbtions of the day to eyes wearied with the "innumerable 
cheap ftains and fplendid dyes,*' in which the modem book>cover 
makers delight." — The Globe. 

" There is nothing more remarkable than the wonderful advance 
which has been recently made in the Anglican Communion with 
regard to a true belief in the RealPrefence . . . Evidences of this 
are not wanting on all hands. One fuch is the publication of a 
very handfome Volume of Hymns and Verfes, called Lyra EtichoT' 
iftica, edited by Mr. Orby Shipley. The Book refledb great credit 
on the Compiler, who has been aifllifted by many known writers, and 
is exceedingly well arranged and printed . . . Many of the Poems 



ExtraSfs from Reviews. 

are original, and of fingular ability and intereft." — The Union Re- 
•vsevf» 

** Wc content ourfelves with remarking that the great majority 
of pieces [in Lyra Eucharijiica] are fo reverent in tone, and fo beau- 
tiful in expreffion, that the Volume is a moft acceptable addition to 
our ftores of Sacred Poetry, which on this particular fubjed [the 
Holy Communion] appear to be far more fcanty than is generally 
fuppofed." — The Gentleman*! Magazine. 

*' In the department of devotional Literature, we think [that Mr. 
Siiipley*s] lafl effort is the beft. The printers and binders have 
produced a beautiful Volume, a fit caiket for the gems, modem and 
antique, which it contains. In a Preface of thirty P^gc^» ^c 
Editor fbtes his defign, and makes fome excellent remarks on 
Hymnology generally, but efpecially on Hymns for the Holy Com- 
munion. Mr. Shipley has done all he could to collect together a 
noble body of verfe on a noble fubje^, and has laid under contri- 
bution a great number of friends, both for Tranflations of Ancient 
Hymns and Original ones. The Volume certainly fupplies a want.** 
-^-TAe Clerical Journal, 

" We fhould not do juftice to MelTrs. Longman if we did not 
mention the very ornamental manner in which the \Lyra Eucbar- 
iftica'] is publiihed, in imitation of the handfomeil Works of the 
l6th artd 17th Centuries." — The Weekly Regifter, 

•* As a Book [Lyra Eucbariftica] is one of the mofl perfect fped- 
mens of typography we have feen for fome years 5 and although 
fome few inaccuracies are found in its pages, we think the £ditor*8 
labours have been marked with confiderable fuccefs . . . There 
are no lefs than 165 Compofitions, the collecting, tranfladng, and 
arranging of which fupply abundant evidence of the earneft dili- 
gence and painflaking care of the Editor. — Tbe Wefieyan Times. 

" This elegantly got-up Book [Lyra EucAarifiica] Icarcely comes 
within our province, but we wifli to call attention to it as contain- 
ing a number of very beautiful pieces upon the fubjeft to which it 
is confecrated. Some of the Tranflations are original, and not a few 
among them are admirable." — Tbe Journal of Sacred Literature. 

" Lyra Eucbariftica and the Divine Liturgy^ both of them com- 
pilations by the Rev, Orby Shipley, are got up with great typogra- 
phical luxe, and are edited with Mr. Shipley's ufual care." — Tbe 



" The peculiar ftamp and beauty of the binding of this Hymnal 
[Lyra Eucharijiica'], which has been evidently defigned with moil 
exquifite tafte, in accordance \wth the fbidteft rules of mediaeval art, 
is the firfl circumftance which flrikes the Reader on taking it into 
his hands. Opening the Volume, everything is in character with 
the exterior — ^mediaeval title-page — mediaeval defigns, vignettes, and 
i'/iu/lrations — mediaeval ^tmUiv^— and the Hymns themfelvea 
abundnntiy mediaeval and anti<vw"— Tbe UndonB^euvrw. 



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